I was married prior to mister. For about five years. Never liked him and have no clue why I married or stayed. My mother was beside herself, and at one time came to our home because I'd called saying please help me. I ran her off that night because he said he was going to kill all my dogs, this was easily 11pm and she was scared for me. You know this story. I let it be, then left the following day with all my dogs in a tiny geo metro hatchback. the shit that followed I try not to remember.
Chris White, son if Michael Bianco told me one day that his girl had left him, but that she had written a letter saying he never once hit her. Because yeah, that's what battered bitches do under duress. I sorry Chris, but nonsense. No one does writes a he didn't hit me letter. My last night left me with three broken ribs and a case of anger I still haven't sorted out. We fought a lot more than I'll ever tell, I box better than I look. It was a sickness and that is when I decided I needed the sock. It's not easy being in an abusive relationship, from either side. I can say I hit him good enough that I earned those broken ribs. Bygones fuckers, I don't like to hit but I'll break my hand forever if ever hurt me that bad and say you gonna kill my kids, I flung at him hard, really hard for the little bitch I am. He was bleeding good, and that's when he hit my ribs. I regret nothing other than his stupidity to get aggressive. I would not have swung had he not threatened - and he MEANT it, to hurt the dogs. I'd had enough. I fully admit I went at him hard, full beat box, gorging eyes and swinging at nose. I am not a hitter normally, I do better by words, but I had simply been pushed too far and went at him like a banshee. He came back at me etc. Ribs heal, memories are a bit harder. I'm older now, handle myself better but heh, I'd box that fucker again, I know from experience he is a sloppy fighter. :) And no, I didn't win that battle but I fought my little wings out.
- JM
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