Ok, well I am finally going to write what I have promised months ago. I am now going to correct the lies that my soon to be ex-husband has been telling about me. I know that him, his family and friends read my blogs. I don’t care for I am telling the truth if they choose to believe it or not that’s up to them to decide.
We were arguing about me buying smokes with $5 from our JOINT account. He promptly said he canceled our joint account over the phone. Then proceeded to lecture me about how I needed to stop smoking and that was one of the supposed conditions of us getting married that I never agreed too.
I tried to walk away, since I was getting very anger. I went out into the backyard on the porch to smoke. He followed me still lecturing me. I sat down on the back step of the porch. I lit a cigarette and started to smoke when the next thing I know he lunges at me so fast it scared me into thinking he was going to hurt me. He knew that was my worst fear when we fight from my ex-husband. He tried to grab the pack of cigarettes that I had in my hand. He scratched my knuckle on my middle finger on my left hand very badly (I have a tiny scare still). In defensive reflex I kicked out with my right leg. He grabbed it and pulled with all his strength. Needless to say he pulled me off the step very hard. I scrapped my back and landed hard on my left buttock and left wrist. He scratched my right ankle on the outside of so bad that I still have a very visible scare that will never go away now. I had screamed so loud that my daughter inside heard me.
I then yelled at him to leave. He said no and that I was the one that needed to leave. I have to admit that I don’t remember much after this point only pits and pieces. I was beyond pissed. This the most dangerous point in my anger level. I must have blacked out cause I vaguely remember kicking him in his ass when he was the dinning room. Then the next thing I remember is getting dressed in the living room. I told my daughter to get her shoes on that we were leaving and she did. We went outside and he followed us.
I opened the drivers side door to his blazer that we shared. He then pulled me back and blocked my way into it. I asked him calmly to move so that I could leave. He said that I couldn’t use it. I then lost it. I was already in a full Lupus flare and couldn’t handle walking away from him. All I could do was try and get me and my daughter into it to get away safely. The flash backs of my ex-husband where going through my mind at this point. My ex-husband try to force me to stay and I finally was able to get away.
I finally started yelling for him to move so I could leave. He had told me the night before that he took me off the insurance of the blazer in another argument we had. He had lied cause just a few hours before this fight he had a doctors appointment and said I had to drive. I told him I couldn’t cause he took me off the insurance. He then told me that I wasn’t cause he couldn’t do it over the phone. I said so ya lied to me then. He just shrugged it off, like it was no big deal. He was given a sick leave chit for a week cause he was supposedly too weak to go to work (yet he was able to pull my fat 230lbs ass off the porch less than an hour later). He grabbed my purse. It has all my important ID in it. I freaked out and all I remember is I swinging both my hands closed fisted at him. Apparently I must have hit him. Or scared him enough to move out of my way and finally said that I could only have it for a couple hours. I regrettably yelled at my daughter several times to get in the blazer so we could leave. She was so scared of how we were acting that she ran all the way across the front yard to along the fence to our neighbor.
I finally was able to get her in the blazer and left. I went to a so called friend, later I found out she was nothing but a lying, back stabbing bitch (should have known since she was cheating on her fiancé). I knew better after my first ex-husband that I should have gone straight to the police. But I was in shock of what had just happened that I didn’t know what to do. My so called friend bandage my finger and ankle and let me tell her what happened. I stayed there for a little bit and then left. I took my daughter to the park to get her mind off of what happened.
Finally we went back to the house. He was asleep on the couch. I fixed my daughter something to eat and went to bed and I had to pull skin off both scratch wounds he left. I then laid down for a while when he came in and said basically that he wasn’t sorry and it was my fault what had happen cause I have changed and had a bad attitude. All I cold think of was I haven’t changed one bit he has and how could he say it was my fault that he came at me and hurt me.
Needless to say it was then that I realized what I needed to do. I got up and dressed and went to my friend that lived a crossed the street and told her what happened and she agreed with me on what I needed to do. I went back to the house for a bit and then left. I lied and told him that I needed another walk. I called my friend and had her pick me up down the road and take me to the hospital cause my hip, back and wrist were killing me. It took forever to be seen by the Navy ER. I had to finally tell him that I was there in the ER. He then kept my daughter up all night to punish me for going there. I told the doctor what had happened and then they had navy personally there to take my story and then a sheriff officer. I filled a Domestic Violence report with the sheriff. I was told that he may not be arrested and that a call needed to be made first to see if they should. When the sheriff got back say that he was going to be arrested he was already notified by his chain of command that he was going to be arrested.
I was on my way out when I was pulled off to the side by a NOPF officer saying that my daughter with my husband were at NOPF. I almost lost it. All I could think of what the hell was he doing on base with my daughter almost 2am. I had my friend and the sheriff go to the house thinking they were there. I had another friend come and get me from the hospital and had him go get my daughter first. I stood outside and watch as two sheriff police cars screamed down the road to NOPF and all I could think of was I wanted my daughter with me right then and there. I was on the verge of a panic attack when I saw my friend leave with my daughter. He took us back to my neighbors house and I got my daughters pjs and put her to bed. I had talk my daughter to sleep and it was after 5am before she finally did.
I reluctantly went to the house when he was allowed to get his uniforms and personal items since he was supposedly was in restricted barracks on base. I had to endure helping him make sure he had what he needed. He sneaked a full bottle of alcohol with him. I realized that night what he did and called the next day to let someone know what he did. Well from his actions he wasn’t in restricted barracks. He was still able to used his cell phone and his laptop to access the internet. He had tried to tempt me to talk to him like he did last time I left.
Later when I wouldn’t talk to him I had to endure him posting my full new legal name on his blogs and him having his friends stalk me for him. I had to evade one following in the blazer with my daughter in it with me. He found me and then I had to lose him again. Later my soon to be ex himself or had a friend trespass into the backyard one night. I was already packing to leave the house for a later date, needless to say I up the time frame to leave. My soon to be ex knows my greatest fear was someone attack me and then stalk me. He made sure that happened to hurt me for reporting what he did.
I later learned that this wasn’t the first time that he has attacked his wife. He has been married twice before we got married. They didn’t follow through like I have tried. I had to move out of state for protection from him, his friends and his mother. All I was able to do was allow him to plead to a SOC which is more or less is that if we went to trial that there was enough evidence to prove him guilty. But he didn’t plead guilty and I didn’t have money to come back and make sure we went to trial and find him guilty.
Now he has refused to pay any support like he is supposed to for being married and separated. I have tried through the navy there in Washington state to get it and was denied. Now with our divorce he has made sure to stall any finality to this horrible situation. Him and his attorney have tried to denied me my right as a navy dependant and to resolve this divorce. I was only able to fly back to Washington state to attend court for they tried to get the divorce through default because of my couple paying my way and motel.
I will take his attorneys expression to my grave when I stood there when the judge asked if I was there or someone to represent me in court. It took him a few minutes to pick his jaw up off the floor. I told the judge that I wasn’t able to respond to the divorce decree cause I was force to move out of state. He was very understanding of my situation and reprimanded Neil’s attorney for being rude. I told the judge that I would give a written response by the end of the day. He gave me to the end of the week, LMAO. I did it and turned in a lot of evidence to prove that I had no money and what he did to me and that he needed to provide support till the divorce was final and pay for an attorney for me.
Well they have tried to make me do mediation which I have denied in my written response to the divorce which is my right as a DV victim in WA state. They are trying to stall this whole thing, which is fine he will have to pay his attorney more money and I am covering my ass on my own since I cant get an attorney without money upfront. That is all due to a very good friend I have.
If you find anything wrong with my writing its cause I have been drinking, hee hee. It is the most effective way for me to let lose my emotions and get all I have to say out. I have a hard enough time doing that without all this drama.
That is the truth of what happened and I hope that you wont fault me for poor spelling and grammar. I hope all is going well for everyone and may the Goddess watch over, protect and bless you all.