I have a somewhat lengthy story of the abuse I suffered mentally, physically, sexually, financially...because of this incestual sociopath...
At 19 I thought I had met the love of my life when I met my ex two years ago. I was having problems at home at the time, he had his own place and sort of heroically invited me to live with him. I had the funds, which he did not due to his inability to attain a job because of his criminal record I had later learned of. He was somewhat attractive, nothing special to me at first glance. I loved his personality. I loved his ignorance. He was quiet, respectable, helpful...kind of reserved and mysterious which really grabbed my attention. I started noticing odd behavior he would have. Within the first couple weeks he was already making accusation, insisting that I must be a slut because I was such a good girlfriend there must be something wrong with me. He constantly threatened to leave and at one point, I ignored him and allowed him to do so, only for him to re-enter moments later stating he forgot something and then returning to his name-calling. I stood up to defend myself and he grabbed me by the throat and literally lifted me off the ground by my neck then pushed my face into the bed and told me he would let go but I had to listen. That was the first warning sign which I should have paid attention to from the beginning. One day I decided to look up his criminal record to find it was about 6 pages long with 80-something charges and couldn't understand why he wasn't in jail. I was afraid to ask him about it but he had mentioned just doing a year in jail for a breaking & entering. A few weeks after we first hooked up, I found out I was pregnant. He told me if I aborted then he would break up with me. I didn't plan to anyway. One day our apartment was broken into and I decided for us to go live with my father. At this point I was seeing my friends less and less as it seemed to be an issue every time I tried to hang out with one. Also, my ex (Sean) had began slapping me in the face. I became accustomed to the routine mental torture he would inflict on me by closing me off in a room or one area of the house for periods at a time and telling me he wanted to leave me if I didn't get an abortion. For about 6 weeks, I went back and forth on the decision. I bargained with him and he agreed that if I went to work everyday and saved money, we could keep the baby. I was a stripper and hated the job. I cried and begged him not to make me go to work but he said he would leave me. I complied in hopes that if I went to work and saved money, we could be more confident in our abilities to take care of the baby. He constantly packed his bags and I don't know why I was so attached I couldn't let him leave but I didn't want to have a child with a person I was barely with and most of all, I had fallen in love with this man for some reason to this day I cannot explain therefore I eventually gave in, and ended up getting an abortion. The following day, I woke up with a gun to my head. My ex instructed me to pull my pants down. I thought it was a joke and laughed a little. He moved the barrel to my mouth and said he wasn't kidding, so I obeyed and he proceeded to have anal sex with me. It was very painful, I was humiliated, degraded, and already depressed. He left the room and I cried and went back to sleep. Not a few days later he was back to calling me names, making me cry. I became angered and when I opened my mouth to defend myself, he began punching and slapping me. He locked me in a room and instructed me to once again remove my pants and I refused. He spanked me as if I were a child, hit me in the face, wrestled me to the floor and told me he would inflict serious harm if I resisted. I negotiated and asked him if I could use the bathroom, he agreed. When he released me, I attempted to run down the stairs but he grabbed me by my foot, dragged me into the bedroom, slapped me repeatedly and then we had anal sex. This was beginning to happen frequently and he told me straight out that would be my new punishment if I ever talked back. One of the first worst beating I received was one night at his mother's house where he was driving her car and noticed a cop following him and insisted I drive it although I had been drinking heavily. I agreed, and in my state of mind got into an accident. I took complete blame, telling his mother I insisted on driving it and that it was my fault and that I would pay her (which I did $500). She was very nice about it and didn't seem to be that upset. That night in bed, he beat me closed fist in the face, stomach, back, kidneys. The next day I was covered in bruises and began urinating blood. He forced me to have anal sex and I'm still embarrassed to say, forced to me give him oral right after. His sister and her friend had applied for a job where I worked and one day he picked us up and instructed his sister to beat me. His sister Megan and her friend dragged me out in the middle of the road, beat and left me there. I didn't bother fighting back because there were to of them and one of the girls was quite large. A few minutes later, he came back for me. I asked to stop at my friend's house on the way home so I could fix myself up so that my father wouldn't wonder what happened to me. When my friend saw me and heard what happened, she became angry and made a comment to my ex that she doesn't like men that hit women. My friend was 5 months pregnant and his sister and her friend beat her. I returned a few minutes later to her house to make sure an ambulance was coming but I didn't have much time because I knew he would be looking for me. A couple weeks later, my ex was found and arrested at his house for vandalism to her door. I hired a lawyer that cost $5,000 and he received 90 days due to his probation and prior record. Throughout his jail stay, I worked and put every dime I made into his account totaling to $5,200 His family caused problems with me and started lies all the time. I went to every single visit, only to be mentally tortured and told how ugly and unworthy of him I was. The abuse didn't stop there, he called me several times a day to accuse me of things such as cheating on him or hanging out with other guys. I was constantly in tears. One day while hanging out with his sister (which he forbade me to do) she said something along the lines of "he likes me" with a smile on her face referring to her brother. She continued to tell me they had sex several times, beginning when she was 6 and he was 14. I was shocked. I can't describe my reaction, but I was also in denial and was hoping she was simply a lunatic. So I went to his mother and asked her if it was true, and she replied that yes, it was true and she didn't know what to do at the time. I was horrified. Sean called later that day to yell at me about something but instead I told him what I knew and he admitted it in tears. I gave it some serious thought but for some reason felt bad for him and stayed with him anyway. He was released from jail the day before his birthday. I had rented us a hotel room and got him some presents. It was a very good happy day, until nighttime. I remember drinking champagne and the next thing I know he was on top of me kneeling on my arms beating me in the face with both hands accusing me of cheating on him. I tried to leave but he prevented me. I ended up going to sleep and woke up with a cold bottle in my arms pressed against my face that had never looked so bad in my life. It was swollen and bruised everywhere. And it lasted like that for over a month. That morning I cried seeing my face the way it was and Sean got on top of me and began pushing my legs apart. When I tried to push him away and jump up he tackled me to the floor and told me it was happening, the easy way or the hard way so I complied. I told my family who were all in shock at how disfigured I looked that I had gotten into a fight with a very big girl. I told others I was in a car accident. A few weeks later I found out I was pregnant again. Sean insisted on an abortion but this time it was not happening. He had a thing for breaking into places and one night said he had a plan to steal a safe, and I begged him in tears not to go. He just punched me in my face and my nose started bleeding then started driving towards his mothers. He pulled the key out of the ignition in the middle of the road and got out of the car. I chased him, telling him we couldn't leave the car in the middle of the road. He shoved me to the ground and began kicking me in the ribs with his steel toed boot, then burned me in the face with a cigarette. The next day, he actually did drive to the place he wanted to break into so I went with him, hoping to call his bluff. Long story short we were both placed under arrest for breaking and entering. We made bail but he did not want to go to court because he knew he would be facing jail time so we lived in our car for a couple weeks. During this time, to my surprise, he didn't hit me which stuck out to me because he had gone a whole two weeks! He had no license and was pulled over and placed under arrest for driving on a suspended license in the 5,000 vehicle that I bought him and allowed his mother to register. His mother got it out of the impound lot and sold it on us. When I bailed him out of jail, he went over his mother's with a BB gun furious that she sold our car. The next thing I knew the SWAT team was at my house. We were on the news. I hid him. When they found him they placed me under arrest for obstruction and I remained in jail for 10 days while pregnant before my charged were dismissed. I stayed with him for the whole 11 months he was in jail, visiting frequently but only put a total of $2000 in his account this time. At 14 weeks I got an abortion. Over this period of time I met several different people that had knew Sean through gang affiliation, or had been sexually assaulted by him or dated him. One girl I met dated Sean when she was 13 and he 18. She wanted to be part of his gang and he allowed her to roll a dice (5) and she had sex with 5 of his friends in front of him. I learned he was involved in a couple shootings as well. He was furious that he only had two grand when he was released. He got out of jail late this August, and the beatings were worse and worse. He would instruct me to keep my hands down while he punched me in the face repeatedly and if I flinched or moved he would hit me more, and harder. He would choke me, push me down stairs, kick me, whatever he could do. One day he made me strip naked and beat me for about ten minutes with a dog leash before forcing me to have anal sex. I always had black eyes and bruises. In the beginning of October he started staying at his mothers a lot which made me uncomfortable because his sister lived there. He acted funny toward me and ignored me a lot. One night he and his sister left for a ten minute ride but didn't come back for two hours. I had a terrible feeling in my gut and I knew that a meltdown was due to happen. After a severe beating , I decided I would try and leave him the next day. I collected my $1600 that he would hold onto. He went inside his mothers and left the car running. I called my good friend and she pleaded with me to come to her house, I was hesitant but did and even turned around a couple times. I did not answer any of his calls the rest of the evening and fell asleep. At midnight I received a call from him saying to come to my father's house because my father was being arrested and it was urgent. When I got to my house I saw Sean in the parking lot swollen and bleeding. Sean had gone to my house looking for me, and my father, angry from what I had told him about Sean beating me decided to beat the living [censored] out of him and was arrested. I gave Sean a ride to his mother's and on the way home noticed my $1600 was missing. The next day I met up with him and tried to act like everything was okay to see if I could find my money or observe him spending any money, which I did not. He sent me home at 2 am, after he learned my father had been released. The next day I was at my friend's and he convinced me to meet up with him to give me my clothes and I agreed that I would meet him in a public place. We met at the gas station and he asked me to take him to Burger King, I agreed. He began yelling at me and grabbing the steering wheel trying to drive me off the road and kept throwing my car into park while I was driving. He instructed me to park behind a building then removed the keys from the car's ignition. He told me he was going to beat me like I never had been beaten before and that afterward he was going to take a picture and send it to my father and take me to the police station to make a false report of me getting jumped so that he couldn't get in trouble. He beat me in the face and forced me to keep my hands down. He hit me a total of 8-10 times, my nose cracking and bleeding profusely after the second hit. I kept my hands down because I knew the consequences would be worse otherwise. He told me one more, hit me again then had me switch seats with him. I bled all over myself and the seat and he gave me a pair of my pants to wipe the blood of my face with. He stopped at his mothers and told me not to get out of the car. I knew I wouldnt have enough time to call the police and explain what happened without having to hang up or them calling me back in front of him so I called my friend and told him to call the police for me and tell them I didn't know where he was taking me. Sean got back in the car and handed me the $1600 and told me to count it and said he was going to buy a car and asked for directions to a street in a nearby town. I told him to get on the highway and an officer called my phone. I pretended it was an insurance adjuster for an accident I was recently in and as I gave Sean instructions, I was simultaneously giving the officer directions to the location I was headed to. That's where a police car cut us off and an officer ran at Sean with a gun. They grabbed him and I exited my vehicle and looked over. He began to cry then looked at me and shook his head begging "please". I told him [censored] you and got in the ambulance. I had a fractured spine and broken nose. He broke the no contact order 4 times from prison and still continues to have his family harass me. He's charged with resisting arrest, kidnapping, felony assault, disorderly conduct, and 4 counts of violating a no contact order. It's been almost two months. I don't regret my decision, only that it took so long for me to come to my sense. Good riddance, scumbag.
Last edited by brandles; 12/11/11 01:01 AM.
