4 years ago my ex bf and I went to watch the Superbowl. I think it was Cowboys against the Giants? He was a Giants fan.
We drank a lot and we were in the car. I don't remember how it happened but basically I never knew that a car seat headrest could break open my skin and give me a black eye.
My neighbors called the cops because I guess I screamed loud enough to wake them up. My ex ran and the cops called out 2 more police agencies, as well as the K-9's and the helicopters.
He hid in an apt complex and can tell time by the moon. He came out of hiding 4 hours later and started walking to his friend's house.
The cops were waiting for him.
They came upon up and ordered him to the ground. They told him they are going to teach a lesson and started stomping.
2 days later I learn what happened. One arm is broken in 2 different places and the other is shattered, as the doctor called it.
I took him back because who else would wipe his ass or feed him?
I also went to sleep with a smile every night.
To shorten this story, I left about a month later and haven't looked back. I have a scar on my face to remind me of what I went through and a tattoo down the spine of my back of gladiolus. It's a promise to myself to know that I am worth more than that.
By the way, I can't go on without recognizing Maria Acosta from Monterey Park, CA. She died 4 years ago tomorrow by getting shot on her parents doorstep from her abusive ex-husband. She literally died around the block from me. I never knew her but she influenced me to cut of all ties with my ex.
I am a survivor.
Thanks for listening 😊💜 #purpleribbon
PS sorry if I don't respond. I wanted to post this before enjoying the game.