It was that day that I was done for good. I packed up went to my mom’s. I have forgiven him because the previous year I lost my shit in a drunken rage and assaulted him. I know what it feels like to have that rage build-up to the point where you lose control, you don’t even recognize yourself. It was difficult for him to have that experience, being pummeled by his girlfriend, I understand the pain, shame and damage to his manhood so I forgave him quickly for hurting me but I cannot look at him the same again. The relationship has been over since.
I put her down and got up to attack, he shoved me down onto the couch we had bought a weak before, I heard a crack and he lunged again at my throat, when he released he grabbed the baby laying next to me and I screamed for him to put her down so I could fight him back. Once he did we wrestled for about 5 minutes, he picked the baby up again and proceeded to push me to the ground as I tried to take her back. This was the moment when I was on the ground, bawling my eyes out, screaming for this monster to stop that I’m thinking to myself “Is this really happening? I lost my shit when began taunting me “ How does it feel” “ get the fuck out”