Hello Ladies,
I was looking for a DV forum so that I could share my experience. I have been abused by two partners. One used to rape me and beat me. He messed with my head so much I didn't know which way was up. Because of it I lost a whole year of my life in a bottle. I fianlly got out on my own. It took so long because I was affraid if I called the cops I would be the one going to jail. He was very good at manipulating anyone he was around. The second man beat me twice and on the third tme he almost killed me. I was able to get out with the help of a friend. She had noticed that I wasen't my happy self. I told her I had to get out. I was so lucky that she had an extra house so I could hide. And I had to hide, he would call my phone and scare the [censored] out of me. Saying he knew where I was and he was going to get me. I called my friend up one night after one of these calls. She came right over and gave me her gun for protection. She told me if you pull it you use it. If you use it be sure to kill him.
I slept a little better that night. The calls stopped for a few days and they started up again. When I finally called the Sheriffs dept. (cause he had found me and was causing a scene) they showed up but of course he was gone. But what they did for me was to talk to his family and told them that he was not allowed back in the town I was staying. If he showed up they would throw him in jail. That worked. I had a few more calls but then it stopped. He went away and left me alone.
The first boyfriend who raped and beat me is still out there too. He stopped texting about a year ago. But it was always the same. I miss you. I love you. Puke. I told him to leave me alone as I have moved on with my life. Also I had so much anger built up I used that to get me through and keep me strong. I will never forget the way I was abused, but I was able to get out. It is never easy. I remember being so scared about the second bf, but I cried and pulled it together and got out. Ii got out with my life, my dog and everything I owned. I got all my stuff cause I moved when he was a court ordered class. I had minuets to get my [censored] and get on. I remember the weight that lifted off my chest. I laughed at the thought of him coming home to an empty house knowing how mad he would be and there would be no one to push or shove around. I left him his stuff. I only took what was mine.
It is not easy, but it can be done. Today I stand tall and strong again. Slimy men do not mess with me because I walk tall with my head held high.
For those of you who need support, I understand, there is hope and there is a way out. It isn't easy, I know, and it may take several attempts to get out. But once you do you will breathe better, your head will clear, the bruises will heal and your life will be your again.
Thanks for reading my story, I needed to get that off my chest.
TexasBetty
