August 23, 2012

My birthday! We got up that morning and the plan was to take the kids to school and then to go out to lunch. So of course I get all dolled up. I was downstairs scrambling with the kids and he was upstairs in my bathroom. I made my way up the stairs, and I guess he did not here me. We bumped right into each other. He was looking down at his other cell phone. A secret cell phone his other woman gave him. He immediately tried to shove it in his pocket. Like a little kid who just got caught stealing cookies. I knew what it was and my heart broke......SERIOUSLY DUDE....on my BIRTHDAY????? So I grabbed for his pocket asking what it was. He had the nerve to say....Its your birthday gift. You'll get it later. I KNEW WHAT IT WAS!!! So I start going off. Im trying to get my hand in his pocket. We begin wrestling on the bedroom floor. He shoves me. I grab my cell and my keys and fly down the stairs. He is right behind me. We argue. I'm going HARD!!! He stands there looking at me scream...then hit socks me in my face. I feel the blood run down my nose. I'm shocked. I back up. He hits me again, and starts yelling. The kids see this. They are scared. He tells my stepson to take them upstairs. He shoves me into the downstairs bedroom. I hit the wall HARD. He takes my keys and my phone and tells me I'm not going anywhere. He can do as he pleases and I wont do shit. He paces frantically. I get up. He shoves me into the wall again. He pulls of my wig. He humiliates me. Somehow things calm down. I get my keys and phone and my kids and leave. I take them to school, my youngest I take to my mothers house. She sees that I am upset. But I don't tell her what happened. I leave and he starts in with the apologies. I tell him to choose. He keeps saying I dont have a phone. Im not seeing anyone. We talk. I let my guard down cause this time he sheds a tear. We go to lunch. Then to pick up the kids and back home. We drink and play video games. I get tired. So I go upstairs and get in the bed. An hour passes. He comes up as if he's looking for something. I tell him the tv downstairs is to loud. He says okay he will turn it down.......My intuition tells me something is not right. So I get up, the tv is still loud. I creep downstairs and stare at him from the hallway. In his hand is the very phone he cried and told me he did not have. Im furious. I confront him. He tucks it under his shirt and says it was the remote. So I tell him to stand up so I can see it. He says no....says for me to go back upstairs. I grab for it again. Again we wrestle, again he strikes me in the head repeatedly. I run upstairs. He chases me and shoves me in my walk in closet. I find shoes while im in there. I open the door quickly grab my phone and run like hell downstairs....into the garage and slap the button to open it. I dash toward it. He slaps it and it begins going down. I dive and roll under it while it's closing. I made it. I run down my street in flip flops and my pajamas which were nothing but tiny shorts and a tank top. He begins calling me. Im hiding in the bushes and I see MY car coming down the street. I call my friend who lives down the street. She comes to pick me up. We drive around, he is STILL calling me, screaming voice mails for me to "Bring my ass home". He threatens to take my children and says I'll never see them again. I call the police. My friend and I block the driveway so he cant leave with the kids. He's loading the mini van. He pulls off around us, I tried blocking the car with my body. The whole time I'm on the phone with the police who seem to be taking their sweet time. The dispatcher tells me not to stand in front of the car. He drives off. He has locked me out of the house. Eventually he comes back and throws me my keys, as he's leaving again the cops pull up. After an hour of being told i'm a woman scorned, they finally arrest him. But it's only the beginning of a long birthday weekend......Stay Tuned!!!