Every time we would get back together at first things would be great, but then reality hits. Things start falling back to the way is was and then some. Why do we keep putting ourselves through the same shit over and over?
Things was great our love was strong. But there was always something in the back of my mind wondering worrying that he’s doing what he did before. That things was too good to be true. Summer had come we always seemed to be together. We went to six flags a lot. I loved the Tasmanian devil. So one day he went into the gift shop and got me a Tasmanian devil ring. I did not know that though.
When we got back to his parents house he sat me down on the couch and pulled the ring out. He asked me if I would take the ring as a promise ring that one day we would get married. He had his mom record it and everything. Of course I said yes because I loved him.
I was happy. I had a huge smile from ear to ear. Little did I know that things were just about to get bad. Do not get me wrong I believed he loved me he just had a weird way of showing it and not a good way of holding his temper. As days and weeks went on things were ok but we would fight and the fights were getting worse. Words got harsher. Then the one thing that I never thought would happen did. He started to put his hands on me.
If we got into a fight and it got bad enough he would put his hands on me. Hands around my throat and choke me. Which threw me off because he always talked about “if any guy put his hands on a women he would beat their ass,” yet he did it. He was so good at running his mouth but then turning around and doing it.
I never spoke about this with my parents because they already did not like him. They thought he was a bad influence on me. They were right though. Although he did work with my dad when my dad needed help. My dad owned his own landscaping/snow removal business. He was a hard worker and that is why my dad always asked for his help. Little did my dad know he was laying his hands on me or he would have been one dead person.
I went years without telling anyone although his family did know. They was always around when he did it. They never did stop him though. Everyone was scared of him. He really was not the nicest person.