I’m not sure what category to post this but I thought I would start here, sorry if you disagree with the placement.
Couple years ago my boyfriend and I got into a fight. Prior to this he would say, "If you f*ck with my **** your ******* with me, If you **** with someone's **** your going to end up being their *****, and a good ***** will take a good beating and not call the cops." So that day I decided to see what he would do to me if I messed with his stuff. I took all his clothes put them in a bag and headed for the door to his apartment. He came behind me grabbed his clothes threw them away from me and began to push me outside his apartment. He put bruises on me doing that. I came back into his apartment and told him to apologize to me and he wouldn't. So I said "have fun in jail then," and I called the cops. He placed one hand around my neck but didn't squeeze, just threatened. He got out of jail a few days later and I called him about a week after that. I said, “If I wanted to f*ck with your sh*t, I would f*ck with it right in front of your face.” And I said next time we get into a fight you may want to think, “Am I f*cking with your ****, or am I f*cking with you.” Eventually he started to threaten to kill me before I made it to court to testify against him and one day I went to work and a guy blocked me into my parking spot, came to my window and said I was speeding and driving recklessly. He had a Scheel's name-tag and a piece of paper taped to it with "gun control" handwritten on it. Prior to this incident I would say to my boyfriend, "If you really want to **** with me just take a gun and kill me." When I got into work I was reading the newspaper and I noticed that the lady that I had put on an application for an apartment that we were going to live in together had went "Missing," Leaving a note to her husband, "Went to help someone move." She eventually turned up saying that she was confused as she was an older woman and that she had a gambling problem and had went gambling. Any way she was safe. When I found out that she was missing I immediately suspected my boyfriend because of the note. I turned him into the cops; they said it was her gambling problem. I got an order of protection and went into a mental hospital for about a week. When I got out I still thought he was going to kill me. I hadn't talked to him at all until one day an ardical came out in the newspaper another older lady went missing, leaving a note, "Going for a walk in the woods." My boyfriend and I used to go for walks in the woods together. Mentally I wasn't right and in my head I thought that it meant that he wanted to be a part of my family. I called him and even went to see him. He had asked me if I was scared of him, I said "Why, (his name), should I be scared of you?" He said no. Eventually he started to threaten me again, I ran out of my medication and wet back to a different hospital and they admitted me again. The first day at the hospital all I did was sleep. The second day I got up went to the door of my room and there was a young man standing across the hall from me. He had a shaved head like my boyfriend. We began to walk down the hallway side-by-side and he says to me, "I've been waiting for you to get here.” I knew it was someone my boyfriend had sent there so I said to him, “Kick a *****, Choke a *****,” sarcastically. He then said to me, “I’m gonna kick a *****, I’m gonna choke a *****.” One day him, some other patients, and I were playing cards together. One girl said, “He is the loop-hole guy.” Then I realized what she meant, “The loophole to an order of protection.” I thought that he was going to hurt me somehow. Eventually a big black guy came into the hospital as a patient and would hang out with my boyfriends friend. One day he said to me, “If your going to die then die with pride.” A series of events began happening at the hospital. One day I had ordered a lot of food for lunch and when lunch came all that was on my plate was chicken. Not any fluids to drink, what-so-ever. One of the nurses sat near me, watching my reaction to it. After that my boyfriends friend said, “You see, you need witness protection. The doctors and the nurses are also in on it, too!” I had to leave my cell phone at the front desk when it needed to be charged because we weren’t allowed to have a long cord like that as we could strangle ourselves or someone else. I left my phone at the desk over night and came to ask for it in the morning. The staff couldn’t find it and when they finally did, it said on the phone that there was a security code error. Someone had messed with my cell phone when I had been sleeping that night. I almost freaked out when I had asked for my phone at the desk and they couldn’t find it. I thought, “First my cell phone goes missing and then me.” They finally gave me my phone and I walked to the door to get out of the unit and stood there for a while, I thought about punching out the glass in the window, but decided not to as it would make me look not in control on the unit. From then on I was leveled a C or D. A level is what you needed to go outside. My boyfriends friend was an A. Then later I had asked my nurse for something and she took out this set of keys and it had sponge-bob square pants on the key-chain. Sponge-bob’s legs and arms were removed. I had remembered that months earlier I had that exact key-chain on my own set of car keys and I had took off sponge-bob and threw it away at my boyfriend’s house saying that it was ruined and it was about time that I threw it away. Days later another intact sponge-bob key chain appeared on my set of car keys. Not thinking much of it I didn’t say anything to my boyfriend. I never saw him put it on there anyway. I would sleep at his house a lot because I worked nights and I know that for a fact one day he took my keys while I was sleeping and took my car (which he never usually did, only this one time) to get my brakes fixed for me. It was really sweet of him I thought. So when I came to the nurses’ desk and saw sponge-bob I nearly freaked out right there. I wanted to scream and make a total scene. Sponge-bob was a direct threat saying, “you talk (about the missing lady, or about us threatening you) and we’ll cut off your arms and legs, like sponge-bob.” At least that is what I thought. The nurse seemed to know what was bothering me without me telling her. She was the same nurse sitting next to me while I ate earlier that day, so I knew that she was in on it. She said to me, “Do you want me to put it away?” Even when I hadn’t said anything about it bugging me. I said, “No, it’s alright.” I tried to act like it didn’t bother me at all and I kept telling myself that it was only a key chain and that it couldn’t do anything to hurt me. Another day my boyfriends friend and I were playing foosball together and he won. He said to me, “You know that he (your boyfriend) wants to come after you with a blow torch, don’t you?” I played it off that it didn’t bother me, like I wasn’t scared. When in reality I was, and I was also hurt that my boyfriend would want something like that said to me. One day my parents came and brought the newspaper regarding that old lady that had went for a walk in the woods, she was found dead. She was drowned in a lake on her property and the paper said, “It is unknown how she drowned.” After she went missing there were bloodhounds and police out looking for her. The paper also said, “No foul play is suspected.” That evening my boyfriend’s friend came up to e at supper time and said, “I wonder what your fortune cookie says?” I opened it and it said, “People are saying good things about you.” So early one morning the next day the big black dude walked by my room and I was paranoid as hell from not sleeping ever because I thought that when I did that black guy or my boyfriend’s friend would come and kill me. So he walked by my room and I thought he was walking by my room that early to come in my room and strangle me. He ended up going to the nurses’ desk. Anyway I was so paranoid that I demanded to see the social worker that morning and refused to eat breakfast. When I finally got to see the social worker I got down on my knees and begged him to let me out of there. Later that day I got a call on the phone from the head social worker from my county and he told me that if I wanted to leave I could go to the state’s insane asylum for six months. The hospital social worker told me that if people were bothering me at the hospital then to tell my nurse. I told my nurse and he changed my boyfriend’s friends discharge plans so he couldn’t get out and go to where they originally planned to send him, he had to go to a drug treatment facility first. I kept behaving and got out of hospital on a Friday when my boyfriend’s friend didn’t get out until Monday. I never ended up testifying against my boyfriend in court, I wanted to, I just couldn’t get strong enough. He told me that he didn’t want to ever see me again if I were to testify against him. We are still together now and two years later he hasn’t laid a hand on me. What do you guys think about all this? It has made me a stronger person, but at the same time I don’t understand what all this was about. Sometimes I still get scared today, it took me a long time before I really felt safe in front of my boyfriend again.
2007-03-15
18:58:56
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