False Confession

She hadn’t gone out on him yet he accused her anyway. She told him she didn’t yet he held her down in the car his hands around her neck yelling at her “you did I know you did just admit to it and I will stop, I will let you go”. Her face stung from his fists she could fell her upper lip swelling. Every time he squeezed her neck the air left her lungs. He only let up long enough to yell at her. Just long enough for her to breathe again. Her mind was a mess, she questioned herself, how did this happen how did it come to this what happened to the man I fell in love with? “I’ll give you one more chance before I squeeze the life out of you” he yelled as he begun to squeeze again. ”Ok “she yelled “are you happy I did I went out on you.” Suddenly she felt the blow of his fist hit her face over and over again. She knew she wouldn’t live to get out of the car, she felt herself falling into blackness all around her. Then she remember her kids her babies what would they do without her and she fought to stay alive, willed herself to live. Sandra did live, she was lucky, she woke up in the woods alone sometime later, still fearing for herself she ran around in the woods franticly confused and lost. Finally finding a road she walked for miles hitting every time she saw a car for she just knew it was him. When she woke up in the Hospital a few days later, she was told she had been found lying beside a ditch. Her face was unrecognizable; her neck was black from bruises. She had come close to dying. If you are in an abusive relationship call the Domestic Violence Hotline at 1−800−799−SAFE (7233) or TTY 1−800−787−3224 for help and get out of the situation Copy right Donna Hale 2013
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Can I Sleep

This blog is about those who have been abused; all stories are true to my knowledge. If names are mentioned, they have been changed for the privacy of the abused and the families of both. Kathy lay in bed beside her husband and counted to 100 hoping with the depths of her heart he was asleep so she could get up to go to the bathroom. She did this often; if she made it to 100 it meant he was asleep most of the time. Sometimes she felt like she had to count again, just to be sure. Sometimes at 100 he moved or spoke out again calling her names or rolling over and hitting her again. Some nights she just didn’t sleep for fear of her life. Kathy had known her husband since grade school, she loved him then, but he was a playboy all the girls loved him. It wasn’t until later in life after her divorce that she came across him again and instantly fell in love. He showered her with love buying her flowers helping her take care of her children, playing ball with them, all was going good they were all very happy until….. He stumbled home drunk one night with accusations and accusing her of going out on him, it begin with him throwing things at her the toaster, the coffee pot and a few other kitchen appliances. This escalated to him throwing her around the room. Kathy remembers hitting the door them the walls over and over again till she thought she would pass out. She left him the first time, but he stalked her following her from work to the hotel room she had rented with her children. He knocked on her door that night, causing Kathy to make one of the worst mistakes in her life. She fell for his apologies and forgave him. This one mistake caused her to endure five more years of his abuse. When asked why she stayed with him? Her answer was,” He told me he would hunt me down and kill me then burn down my parent’s home with them in it and I believed him and he would have if he hadn’t of left me and found someone else to abuse. I still live in fear sometimes even though it’s been close to 30 years and I live out of state.” If you are in an abusive situation call this hotline number 1−800−799−SAFE (7233) or TTY 1−800−787−3224 and get help now. copy right Donna Hale 2013
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