Ok... If I could change the name on this thread from Jesu to wonderingbull it would be an exact duplicate of the sitch I was in...
I rationalized like you...I mean, I rationalized EXACTLY like you...
Your story is my story dude...
It's not going to get better...
After the first attack the ex begged and pleaded... What did I do? I rationalized it away... I thought, oh IC will make things all better... BULLSHIT!
After the second time it happened I told her to leave the house immediately... She fell to the floor and cried and begged... What did I do? Rationalized it away... Again... She jumped my bones that night and all was right with the world... BULLSHIT!
The third time it happened she shoved me on my deck, I fell over an ottoman and tore up my knee... As I lay on the deck in pain I told her to leave and if I see her again I was getting a restraining order... What did I do? Rationalize it away... Had sex later that night.... BULLSHIT...
I'm an upper middle class professional guy that lives in a very nice area... No one would have believed that I was battered by a woman that is a healthcare executive...
Let me tell you how it ended... Yours will end and maybe, just maybe you won't be as lucky as me...
I was out with friends on a Thanksgiving nite, going to a lights on event... We all went for a couple of drinks afterwards... I went home turned on the television and stretched out on my couch... Fell asleep and was woken up by a screaming raving woman... She had crawled through the doggie door...
She grabbed me, hit me and I ran to the bathroom and locked the door... Waited for who knows how long... I could hear the front door opening and closing... Thought she was gone... Came out of the bathroom...
Surprise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She was pointing a pistol at me from the front porch... She'd stolen my dog grabbed the gun from her car and I was staring down the barrel of a 38...
I didn't know if it was loaded...
Back to the bathroom only this time I was curled up in the bathtub fearing for my life...
Called the police from the bathtub...
Police, with lights and sirens come screaming into my driveway... She was gone but had dropped the gun on the front porch....
What did I do this time? Pressed charges, got an R.O., she lost her 6 figure job and thanked god I was still alive...
Jerry Springer has nothing on my ass...
I will tell you again and you fucking listen....
THIS WILL NOT STOP.... Get it through your fucking head.... THIS WILL NOT STOP!!!!!!!
You don't owe that woman a damn thing... You know how helpless it is to stand there and get hit repeatedly...
It will happen again... I'll bet you every dime I've got and I'll throw in my dog too....
Now that's one hell of a lot bigger than a 2x4...
WB