He got mad after I got upset that I spilled boiling hot water in my stomach. That rolled into our typical fights but this time it started to get out of hand again.
I don’t remember a whole lot of what had happened. I do recall reaching up to the collar of his shirt pleading with him to calm down but he freaked out thinking I was choking him so he choked me back.
While he was choking me his dog, Bubba, who is typically a very sweet dog ran over and bit me on my thigh.
Like I said though, it all happened so fast. His recollection of the events doesn’t match mine perfectly.
After he left the room I went over to Bubba who was on the bed and I smacked him for biting. Not two seconds later did he run busting through the door lunging at me. He threw me down on the recliner and smacked the living shit out of me. I could see the hatred in his eyes.
He stopped after the third slap rang through my head like a tweety bird cartoon with Themis little birds or stars circling around my head.
“Oh my God” he stammered, hovering above me as he held his gaping mouth in disbelief in himself.
It was almost as if he didn’t know or couldn’t comprehend what it was he did to me just then.
I was hysterical and almost silent behind my sobs – gasping for breath.
I couldn’t believe he did that to me. I was shocked. How could I have finally gotten free from my narcissistic and abuse husband only to have the very next man pull that shit on me.
I honestly can’t even remember how we recovered from that fight because it was bad.
The next few days I went to work I tried to hide the bruising on my face. But, I woke up late one day and toted around a nice shiner on both eyes for everyone to see.
And they did see, alright. The section manager for meat and produce at the Walmart that I worked at called me into her office. She discussed different options that were available for me as a victim of domestic violence. I sat in her office as she insisted on making these calls for me to get out of his house and somewhere stable.
Then the stores main manager sent me into her office and urged me to get help.
I’m not going to lie, I was curious because I was so angry. They allowed me to leave my shift early and I went to the Safe Harbor resource center for victims and I was informed of what I could do as far as file charges, get a restraining order and housing.
I never went back and I didn’t fill out any of the forms I just came home. Caiden is my old reasoning. He deserves his dad.
It wasn’t much long after that he wanted us to be just friends. He wanted to remove the romantic part of our relationship completely so he could fuck around and be able to fuck me too. It’s like he was having his cake and eating it too.
This went on for a while actually – months, if I’m not mistaken.
But, the longer I was around, being his best friend and being around him laughing and goofing like we do. I started to fall in love with him.
That stupid jerk just was so compassionate, so in touch with his emotions, when he got frustrated and a little mad at something he was doing it was all adorable. I love his nose and how his glasses sit on the bridge of it so perfectly. His voluptuous lips he likes to hide behind a well sported mustache and beard.
He is very slender and I still don’t know how I feel about that ONLY because I’m a bigger girl now. He fit his clothes so well and the way he looks at me drives me crazy.
Allie Willey 