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submitted by "Lori" on April 19th, 2001
My friend introduced me to this guy who I thought at the time was mr wonderful, although that
was the furthest thing from the truth,he moved into my home 1 week after
I met him, which should have told me something but I guess I didn't want
to see it and didn't want to see anything for a long time ( 5 yrs. to be
exact ). He was into doing drugs, and was great at hiding the truth, I worked
all day he played video games, smoked dope , and collected food stamps ,
and was trying to get social security at the age of 25 , He didn't want
me to go out with the same friend who introduced us because he said she
was a whore, didn't want me to go to work because he thought I was having
an affair with my boss, even confronted my boss on the situation. Everything
I told him he would use against me around family friends ,whoever. His car
was impounded because he was driving without a license, so he took mine
, and then mine was impounded and he laughed! He called my mom every name in the
book,
and then some just because she was trying to have a mother-daughter conversation
with me and he seen it as she was plotting against him. He made me feel as
if I was always wrong I apoligized for everything. I called the police
on him a number of times, then got him into anger management classes,
although it didn't work because he thought it was me that was the problem.
he went out one night, came home, and started pounding me in the back. I
called the police - he spent 30 days in jail. I took him back because I felt
bad ( because it was my fault ), and the situation continued until one day
he was laying on the couch, me on the floor, and he was singing me a "bit**-
whore-slut song" because he said that is what I was, and I couldn't take
it any more. I shook him by the shoulders and then punched him in the face
3 times ( what a rush! ). Finally, it was if I had stepped outside of myself
and let someone else take over, and of course he said he was calling the
police. I just looked and smiled and and handed him the phone, and told him to go for it. I'd hit myself make
a mark or put my head through the storm door but I wasn't going to jail for
him for anything. He did call the police and they took him to jail calling
him a @$$hole all the way down the street, what can I say? It was self defense...
He moved to Arizona... and of course tried to come back broke into my house
and called me at my friends from my own house , I said I'd be home in 10
minutes but the person at the door minutes later was in a blue suit , I haven't
heard from him since...
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