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”