08/05/2024
this is pictures of the 2nd incident of (2 big incidents) were I was abused by an Ex (N.O.) during this incident we were in my room sitting on my bed, he was sitting towards the middle of the whole bed I would say and i was sitting at the foot of the bed I believe, my Ex was withdrawing at this time (why he was so aggitated) again I wasn't expecting him to do this to me at all, I was not prepared at all but to him I was taking to long to help him feel better, we were already fighting before this happened, he grabbed me by my face\head and pushed me into a crack that was about 2 ft. wide (not exact just seemed like) between the wall and my bed, he then cocked his arm back so he could punch me as hard as he could in my face and head at least 10 times, as I felt his fist hit me causing lots of pain I have never felt to this level before then I no longer felt his hits or (at least I didn't feel the pain from it) its crazy how your body protects you when you go through truama by blocking out the pain (so you are able to react to save yourself) I somehow distinctively crossed my arms in front of my face and brought my legs towards my chest to block as much as I could, I was crying and begging him to please stop but my words have falling onto deaf ears (a demons ears) so they were not heard and I was used as a punching bag still until my oldest son (Damion) (my protector) broke down my door and stood in my room then my Ex finally stopped, I was so relieved I stood up and wasn't sure what to do, I first went into my bathroom that I had in my bedroom and locked the door but the mama came out of me and I could not leave my son out there with this person by his self, so alough I was scared to death I unlocked the door and came out trying to find my phone to grab (my only outlet to the outside world) he knew this somehow and grabbed my phone and out it in his back pocket, I began to try and negotiate with him so I could get my phone back wihout him breaking it like he said he would, (he knew my phone was very important to me)(I paid for nice phones at this time, so it wasnt cheap) he would not budge for no reason and decided he was leaving and taking my phone I have no choice of the matter, he knew I needed my phone so I followed him (my son followed me to protect me) all the way out my house then down the alley for about 5 blocks, during me following him with my phone in his back pocket I felt like I could grab it out of his pocket before he could stop me but I tried and I failed he then hit me as hard as he could, this happened about 5 times before I didn't want to do it anymore, I begged him, crying and begging him to give me my phone and he must of had a moment of weakness and I got my phone, so me and my son left and went back to my house were the incident occured. my son called the cops so I had to tell them what happened and while I was telling the truth I still felt bad for telling on my abuser, not sure why I did but I did, I made it through the 2 big incidents with this same abuser, happy to be alive still, I would never be with him again after that, that was to much and still is (I need to deal with it)and I will!
