Let me begin by stating how I really and truly feel. I am sad. Terribly sad.
My life has been basically a lot of fun with a bit of fear over health concerns thrown in for good measure over the past five years.
I live in a place that I love, have a fully paid off home that I love..have good friends that I love.
My husband of many years is once again on his way to being healthy after a huge heart problem this last year.
Things were going extremely well for us.
Then, yesterday things changed.
I went to a friend’s house early in the morning to drop off an item she needed. While there, I asked a simple question of her husband…nothing in it to get upset over. BUT, upset he became. He started yelling at me all kinds of excuses, half-thruths and outright lies about my friend, my husband and me! As I stood there stunned by it all he shouted at me to “get out of my house” and started towards me.
I believe I asked at that time why I should leave. I only asked a question.
He put his hands on me.
He grabbed me by the shoulders, shook me hard a few times then shoved me backwards towards the front door. I stumbled and fell shoulder first into the side of their refrigerator. I stood up and said “don’t you EVER put your hands on me again!” and he started towards me again and yelled “I’ll throw you out this time”.
My friend got in between us and shouted at him to just leave and don’t touch me again.
I backed into a different room, and he stormed off.
I apologized to my friend and said “I’m calling the police hun”………she agreed that I needed to and dialed the phone for me as I was shaking too much.
The police came. I made a statement, wrote it down and signed it. I was looked over to see if I had any marks…it seems “marks or blood” take the case from a class C Misdemeanor to a class B……I don’t care about classes. I care about my friends.
I don’t know why he went off on me. He’s always been fairly nice to me in the past. For God’s sake, we lived with them for a year right after we moved here from Texas. I know he has changed enormously over the past three years, but I never would have thought he’d become so angry that he physically attack me. I looked at my friend when the police had left and said “I can’t believe this is happening” and she said “this is how he’s been treating me for a year”.
She’d been abused for a YEAR and I hadn’t known? She’s the best and closest friend I have ever had…and I didn’t know? I feel ashamed about that.
I can’t help thinking what an awful friend I have been for the last year…not to have seen what was happening. and I am so sad that I lost a friend in him.
For, I will never again trust him. Never.