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Tuesday, 06 April 2010







  • These photos are from the night before my best friend passed away.
    He didn't let me grieve, either. I laid in bed crying the first two days after he died, and Richard called me lazy and a bad mom and everything. I had to tell everyone I slipped and hit the sink. I got fired from my job because of the black eyes and bruises as well.... which made him happy because he hated me having a job. All I did was deliver pizzas. He wouldn't even let me have that.

    I tried to get through nursing classes and I was doing fairly well, but he made it impossible on so many levels. I can't even get into it.

    He's dumped garbage all over me, smashed plates, smashed my phone, ran me over with his car, strangled me, bruised my ribs, dislocated my shoulder, raped me, emotionally drained me....

    I've gone to shelters. I've gone to my dad's. I've begged for help. Seems no one really knows what to do.... and I can't get away. He used all the money we had and now there is nothing left. The money I had saved up he needed to use for his bills, and I had to give it to him since he knew I took it from him in the first place.

    This has all happened within the 8 months of him being home from Iraq.
    Don't blame Iraq. He didn't face any violence there, and he was like this before he left.

    He doesn't hurt the kids. The kids don't see any of this. In fact, no one does...
    He has his family convinced that I am a crazy person and that I hurt HIM.

     I finally got fed up recently and after he screamed at  me in a mall at the top of his lungs, and left me and the girls in the parkinglot and ran off to spend his money on crap, I phoned up his commanding sergeant or whatever. I called them and told them how he lied about working when he was really AWOL from drills. They were about to have him dishonorably discharged and fined, he had me call them back at gunpoint and tell them I was crazy and had lied because I was upset about a fight.

    They forgave him. Everyone pitied him for having such a terrible girlfriend who would disrespect him like that.

    I don't know where to turn. I can't prove anything. He's got me, he's got me so good and I have no.way.out.

Monday, 05 April 2010

  • Still alive.

    Sorry for scaring everyone. I am still alive... still with him... things got even worse when he came back just as I predicted. I've been to shelters, I've sought help, moved out to my dad's.... nothing could work because all of the money is gone. I don't know where to turn. All I need is about 2 grand to put a down payment on an apartment and I can get out.... but I don't have the money and it's impossible to get a job because no one will watch the kids and daycare is scarce here. I have more photos I could post of things he's done to me since. I have stories. But right now I am home with him and taking a huge risk in writing this right now. If anyone even reads this anymore I will explain more later... promise.

Wednesday, 15 April 2009

  • I woke up this morning to find he emptied out our account. Not taking into consideration the rent check I just sent out and mine and his surcharges for the DMV, along with daycare expenses and utility and phone bills. Just like that, it's all gone.

    He was relieved from duty today from what I heard because he'd been crying all night.

    I finally got him to call me so I could talk about expenses. He said a lot of hurtful things, and I found myself taking it and telling him I was sorry and that I loved him.

    I really feel like I am dying. Like he is my lifesource and I can't breathe without him. I shouldn't feel this way... yesterday I was kind of relieved we were done.

    I can't explain it. I don't know.
    All I do know is he said how hurt he was when I said he wasn't really a dad.
    He said it was the most hurtful thing I've ever said to him.
    Does he even remember all the things he's said to me over our whole relationship? Constantly calling me a stupid bitch, and calling me a "babysitter" and a psycho bitch?

    I know I'm not entirely wrong. I know that I've done a good job, I've been a good girlfriend.
    I guess I'm also upset that after all I gave up to be with him and after all we've been through, he'd still care just a little.

    But he's willing to throw everything away within 5 minutes.
    Just like that.

    Never make someone your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.


Tuesday, 14 April 2009

  • I'm finally leaving.

    He finally pushed me too far. I screamed at him and said things I knew would make him tick, because what is he gonna do? He's not here, he can't touch me. He can't do anything.

    Well, except tell me I have a week to move out and he's cancelling the lease and cutting me off from all the money. Too bad it's a joint account, and too bad it's a joint lease. He won't be back to the states until June. This is my plan, and it's an awesome one:

    First, I'm writing a check to myself for $3,000. There is 5 grand in the bank and will be 6 grand or more on the first. I will let him keep the rest since it is his money.

    I'm putting that money with the rest of the money I'd been saving, bringing me to about $3,700.

    Then I am finishing out this semester, which ends the end of May.

    Right after school is over I am packing up and moving to my dad's up north where I belong. He doesn't know this (he being my dad,) but I'm sure when I explain he will let me stay.

    I will live with him for a few months while I look for an apartment nearby. I have that money plus I will get a job up there and save some more. As long as I am doing that I know my dad won't give me a hard time about moving home.

    I am only 20, I mean, my sister is 24 and just moved out last week. I've been on my own since I was 17.

    Now that my sister is gone I can even keep my daughters in separate rooms.

    And that will be that. I don't need him.
    And finally... finally... I don't want him.

    I feel so free.

    Please please pray you won't see an entry from me in the near future saying we worked it out... keep reminding me how horrible of a person he is. I mean, he is ready to throw me and his daughters out because of a fight. Shows how much he cares about them, really.

    Let him live his life, dating trashy "alternative" whores and I hope he's happy with that. That's basically where his life will lead. No girl can stand him after they get close to him... all he does is freak out and hurt everyone who loves him. I don't see that changing, ever.



Tuesday, 24 March 2009

  • Okay. I logged in to leave someone a comment so I might as well update. He will be home in 68 days, and then I most likely will have to stop all ways of living. No more writing in here unless I can really sneak it. No more hanging out with my friends because he doesn't let me go anywhere by myself, nor would he let me hang out with half of my friends even with him because how he feels about them. No more relaxing on Myspace because all he ever does is nag when I am on the computer for any reason. No more sleeping in because he will call me lazy and bug me until I wake up even if I deserve to sleep. No more time to myself after the kids are in bed because he views me wanting to be alone as a sign that I hate him.

    I'm scared. We will fight so much.

    The month of March has been good to us... I've been happier, hence we haven't fought because I just let everything slide. But around time came for my period and I have a serious hormonal issue, not just in my head, where I lash out on everyone right before my period. I can't stay awake... I literally sleep half the day. I cannot focus. I feel sad and angry. Then it's due to dissipate by the end of this cycle. And I told him what was happening and that I didn't want to fight so he needed to be patient with me or just not talk to me during this time... but he just picked a fight when I started being sarcastic and wonders why it blew so out of proportion.

    We have like $9,000 combined though. I keep taking loose change and putting it into my savings account, which is separate from our joint account. So the day when we part I will have something of my own. I am not stealing his money, mind you... this is literally change from after buying groceries. If I have 2 bucks in change, it goes in there. If I get child support money for my other child, I put a little bit in there. If the girls receive birthday money or holiday money, it goes in there. If I sell anything, if I make money in any way... you get the point. This is my safety net and it's the one thing I have he cannot touch.

    But without him physically here, there is not much else I can say. 2 more months and I'm sure this blog will become something of interest for drama-lovers.

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  • I write in this journal to talk about my abusive relationship where he can't see it, and where no one I know will see it. I have to keep it quiet because I am planning to get away... it's been two years, I still have two or more years to go before I can get out. It's painful and I need to write about it or else I will say something to him, and he will blow up, and I might lose everything I've worked so hard for. He can't know how I feel. If he knew what I wrote here.....

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