MustangDeb
07-13-2006, 10:34 PM
Hey everyone!! Day what 18 now, of oxy w/d. Feeling good, very few urges. Happy worst is over, all these good things and then the craziest thing happened last nite.
I think most of you know, I have 3 kids, an emotionally abusive boyfriend since I was 18, I am 30 now. Well I was pretty sure I was medicating myself so I didnt have to listen to his constant, screaming, yelling, nothing is ever rite, or good enuf.
This may help understand the way he is. He watched me go cold turkey 2 days off oxy, 90 mgs a day and I just quit. He watched, he would not offer sympathy, compassion, assistance. His idea of helping was to make me a soda.
And I mean that was pure hell, I wont even lie, there were times I was screaming and crying and wanted to die. But he is not a person who can feel empathy. I know this already. He could not comfort me at any time during those 48 hours.
Ok so anyways.. Yesterday he said " you know Debbi, I am dam sick of hearing you say it was heroin, you were on prescription painkillers. "
Umm my head flipped around like the friggin exorcist.
He watched me go thru 2 days cold turkey oxy w/d, and here he was on Day 17, telling ME they were vikes or something? Umm and he knows all about this board, and all about how oxys are pure opiates, and he came to me and said basically, Oh please it wasnt that bad..
Yeah because you werent the one writhing in pain, jerk.
OK so my first thought is knife him in the back, no im kidding, I just shake my head, because I dont care what he believes. I dont even bother starting a fight over it.
It reaffirms my decision that as long as we stay, my kids and I cannot have a normal life..
Well all throughout yesterday he just keeps taking little digs at me, every time he sees me. Only now Im SOBER and Im like what the hell is your malfunction? HEHE. All day I just keep saying, Just stop doug, leave me alone, what is wrong with you?
Last nite we were in the house, kids and everything and again he says something nasty, rite in front of them! That is his way, to always put you down and he plays these mind games too. I see it pretty clearly now.
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I turned and said " Kids, go to your rooms and shut the doors. They are great kids, they took off like a flash, and I swear I had no idea what was coming next!! If God himself came down and said you are about to GO OFF LIKE A CRAZY B, I would not have believed him.
I am 5'2, 100 pounds, he is 6'3, 300 pounds.
The second there doors closed i think ***** himself took over my body... I turned back to him, he was sitting on the couch, I walked over got an inch from his face and started screaming like crazy, about how I was done and wasnt gonna take his crap, and that if he didnt shut up I was gonna kill him when he slept that nite. I was dead serious too, and I AM NOT A VIOLENT PERSON!
I am happy, go lucky always c the bright side... Anyways..
He laughed rite in my face and said well you better do a good job, and what came next I still CANNOT BELIEVE..
The second he laughed at me, I drew back and started knocking the crap out of him, I mean fist on jaw every time.!!!!!!!!!!! And he is huge and Im just this tiny thing.
He was seated and I was above him and just going off the hook! He cringed backwards and had a look of total fear in his eyes. And I mean we have been afraid of him all our life here. And here i was socking him in the jaw over and over, and he was stunned. Saying Debbi quit, debbi quit. Didnt even defend hisself.
Well i guess I got in maybe 7/8 good solid punches, all the while screaming at him about the pain of his abuse. I broke his $200 glasses and stoppped the punching at that point. Well I guess that wasnt fun enough for him..
He talked more crap after I walked away and I had my car keys in my hand. I drive a beautiful 2005 white/chrome mustang, I cherried out myself.
The only thing on that ring was my car key, house key, and viper alarm transponder, little blue box thingie, plastic.
I turned and hurled them at his head as hard as I could, perfect shot, he was maybe 5 foot away, well dam if he didnt start gushing blood from his head like a stuck pig!
I was like OMG I am going to jail, but you so deserved that you ***. I picked up the phone and called 911 myself. At that point I did believe that it was either me or him, so one of us needed to go to jail.
He puts his hand to his head and its covered in blood, (actually he is just a heavy bleeder, it wasnt even deep enough for stitches.) ANd he goes OMG what have you done to me? HOw could you do this?
UMm hello, I been taking ur crap for 12 years and so have your children. and I went right over the edge of the cliff.
All I could think of was, you are sick, you have put us thorugh so much worse. Now I dont in anyway condone physical violence as a solution to anything. But I'll be damned, he was afraid of me!
He runs to the bathroom, this is a hugely funny sight to me, because he is very overweight and you dont c him run. I go after him so I can c how bad it is cuz it looks real bad to me, all that blood, it was pouring from his scalp.
He is dam near tears , how could you, I have to go to the hospital I need an ambulance, and hes just wiggin out, and Im just trying to get a look to c how deep it is. My kids opened the door and there was dougs face covered in blood, boom they shut those doors. I actually saw my 14 year old sons glint of a smile at the site of doug. And he is anti violence as much as I am. Boohooing over a little girl beating him up. With a set of car keys and a fist the size of an apple.
I get a look at the wound, its just a scratch! You cant even spread it, so there is no way he needs stitches. But there was alot of blood. So I started screaming again about how done I was, and I would never hear again about how sorry I am or my kids are. Never another word, and 911 is calling me back on my cell now.
He turns and totally concedes. Its ok, im done i wont say anything else, i am going to bed. I promise Im done.
So I Told 911 its ok, cuz at this point I guess I hvae made some kind of point because he does a complete 180!
He is a huge baby about the smallest scratch. Always has been. And boy he was like OOH look what you did!! LOL
Uh huh and DAMN IT FELT GOOD! And bad too, when i saw the fear in his eyes.
So today he gets up , and he is all of a sudden overnite, this poor abused person with this terrible headache cuz of what I have done in one 5 minute tirade.. Never mind any of the **** that lead up to it.
THEN he starts in on me again, and I said you know what I am not going to play you're little head games. Keep talking and I'm coming at ya. He shut rite up, hasnt spoke to me since.
First time I won in 12 years. I could reason, logic, plead and none of it mattered. he was always the master of the mind game. IT hurt me when said that crap, but those same things didnt bother him a bit.
Called my mom, who you guys know is the one who really held my hand during the worst, and I was like OMG look what I did.
She said that you do get to a point where you feel like its either you or them. And you cant c beyond that. I did feel like that, I was gonna keep it up until I won, it was him or me and I was fighting for my life. And my kids.
Now I consider my mother to be a saint, she never drank, took drugs or has been with any other man besides my father, and he is an abusive alcoholic. She is happy, go lucky like me.
I was horrified at what I had done.
SHE was LIKE HELL YEAH!! Oh geez, she is so not one to condone physical violence either, so if shes saying hell yeah, I was like whoa.
Doug has been awful to everyone in my family at some point or another.. I actually overheard him say one day when he didnt know I was at the doorway. , "if you tell someone something, over and over for a long enough period of time, they eventually will come to believe it." I was stunned by that.
Here is an example of his craziness, I was 19 and pregnant, and he was 33, and he called my mother when I was gone and told her that I would not u know, give him a bj, but I did it for other guys I had been with. Could she help?
My mother is religious too, I wouldnt be surprised if she never did such a thing, AND HE KNEW IT. But he still called her asking for advice on how he could get me to do it.
Umm what sicko calls your mother and asks how to get a bj out of their daughter? UGH!
OK so.......... am I crazy? LMAO! I felt crazy at the time, but also in control and damn good after.
OMG I beat him up and cracked his head open with car keys on Day 17. YEAH!
I think most of you know, I have 3 kids, an emotionally abusive boyfriend since I was 18, I am 30 now. Well I was pretty sure I was medicating myself so I didnt have to listen to his constant, screaming, yelling, nothing is ever rite, or good enuf.
This may help understand the way he is. He watched me go cold turkey 2 days off oxy, 90 mgs a day and I just quit. He watched, he would not offer sympathy, compassion, assistance. His idea of helping was to make me a soda.
And I mean that was pure hell, I wont even lie, there were times I was screaming and crying and wanted to die. But he is not a person who can feel empathy. I know this already. He could not comfort me at any time during those 48 hours.
Ok so anyways.. Yesterday he said " you know Debbi, I am dam sick of hearing you say it was heroin, you were on prescription painkillers. "
Umm my head flipped around like the friggin exorcist.
He watched me go thru 2 days cold turkey oxy w/d, and here he was on Day 17, telling ME they were vikes or something? Umm and he knows all about this board, and all about how oxys are pure opiates, and he came to me and said basically, Oh please it wasnt that bad..
Yeah because you werent the one writhing in pain, jerk.
OK so my first thought is knife him in the back, no im kidding, I just shake my head, because I dont care what he believes. I dont even bother starting a fight over it.
It reaffirms my decision that as long as we stay, my kids and I cannot have a normal life..
Well all throughout yesterday he just keeps taking little digs at me, every time he sees me. Only now Im SOBER and Im like what the hell is your malfunction? HEHE. All day I just keep saying, Just stop doug, leave me alone, what is wrong with you?
Last nite we were in the house, kids and everything and again he says something nasty, rite in front of them! That is his way, to always put you down and he plays these mind games too. I see it pretty clearly now.
'
I turned and said " Kids, go to your rooms and shut the doors. They are great kids, they took off like a flash, and I swear I had no idea what was coming next!! If God himself came down and said you are about to GO OFF LIKE A CRAZY B, I would not have believed him.
I am 5'2, 100 pounds, he is 6'3, 300 pounds.
The second there doors closed i think ***** himself took over my body... I turned back to him, he was sitting on the couch, I walked over got an inch from his face and started screaming like crazy, about how I was done and wasnt gonna take his crap, and that if he didnt shut up I was gonna kill him when he slept that nite. I was dead serious too, and I AM NOT A VIOLENT PERSON!
I am happy, go lucky always c the bright side... Anyways..
He laughed rite in my face and said well you better do a good job, and what came next I still CANNOT BELIEVE..
The second he laughed at me, I drew back and started knocking the crap out of him, I mean fist on jaw every time.!!!!!!!!!!! And he is huge and Im just this tiny thing.
He was seated and I was above him and just going off the hook! He cringed backwards and had a look of total fear in his eyes. And I mean we have been afraid of him all our life here. And here i was socking him in the jaw over and over, and he was stunned. Saying Debbi quit, debbi quit. Didnt even defend hisself.
Well i guess I got in maybe 7/8 good solid punches, all the while screaming at him about the pain of his abuse. I broke his $200 glasses and stoppped the punching at that point. Well I guess that wasnt fun enough for him..
He talked more crap after I walked away and I had my car keys in my hand. I drive a beautiful 2005 white/chrome mustang, I cherried out myself.
The only thing on that ring was my car key, house key, and viper alarm transponder, little blue box thingie, plastic.
I turned and hurled them at his head as hard as I could, perfect shot, he was maybe 5 foot away, well dam if he didnt start gushing blood from his head like a stuck pig!
I was like OMG I am going to jail, but you so deserved that you ***. I picked up the phone and called 911 myself. At that point I did believe that it was either me or him, so one of us needed to go to jail.
He puts his hand to his head and its covered in blood, (actually he is just a heavy bleeder, it wasnt even deep enough for stitches.) ANd he goes OMG what have you done to me? HOw could you do this?
UMm hello, I been taking ur crap for 12 years and so have your children. and I went right over the edge of the cliff.
All I could think of was, you are sick, you have put us thorugh so much worse. Now I dont in anyway condone physical violence as a solution to anything. But I'll be damned, he was afraid of me!
He runs to the bathroom, this is a hugely funny sight to me, because he is very overweight and you dont c him run. I go after him so I can c how bad it is cuz it looks real bad to me, all that blood, it was pouring from his scalp.
He is dam near tears , how could you, I have to go to the hospital I need an ambulance, and hes just wiggin out, and Im just trying to get a look to c how deep it is. My kids opened the door and there was dougs face covered in blood, boom they shut those doors. I actually saw my 14 year old sons glint of a smile at the site of doug. And he is anti violence as much as I am. Boohooing over a little girl beating him up. With a set of car keys and a fist the size of an apple.
I get a look at the wound, its just a scratch! You cant even spread it, so there is no way he needs stitches. But there was alot of blood. So I started screaming again about how done I was, and I would never hear again about how sorry I am or my kids are. Never another word, and 911 is calling me back on my cell now.
He turns and totally concedes. Its ok, im done i wont say anything else, i am going to bed. I promise Im done.
So I Told 911 its ok, cuz at this point I guess I hvae made some kind of point because he does a complete 180!
He is a huge baby about the smallest scratch. Always has been. And boy he was like OOH look what you did!! LOL
Uh huh and DAMN IT FELT GOOD! And bad too, when i saw the fear in his eyes.
So today he gets up , and he is all of a sudden overnite, this poor abused person with this terrible headache cuz of what I have done in one 5 minute tirade.. Never mind any of the **** that lead up to it.
THEN he starts in on me again, and I said you know what I am not going to play you're little head games. Keep talking and I'm coming at ya. He shut rite up, hasnt spoke to me since.
First time I won in 12 years. I could reason, logic, plead and none of it mattered. he was always the master of the mind game. IT hurt me when said that crap, but those same things didnt bother him a bit.
Called my mom, who you guys know is the one who really held my hand during the worst, and I was like OMG look what I did.
She said that you do get to a point where you feel like its either you or them. And you cant c beyond that. I did feel like that, I was gonna keep it up until I won, it was him or me and I was fighting for my life. And my kids.
Now I consider my mother to be a saint, she never drank, took drugs or has been with any other man besides my father, and he is an abusive alcoholic. She is happy, go lucky like me.
I was horrified at what I had done.
SHE was LIKE HELL YEAH!! Oh geez, she is so not one to condone physical violence either, so if shes saying hell yeah, I was like whoa.
Doug has been awful to everyone in my family at some point or another.. I actually overheard him say one day when he didnt know I was at the doorway. , "if you tell someone something, over and over for a long enough period of time, they eventually will come to believe it." I was stunned by that.
Here is an example of his craziness, I was 19 and pregnant, and he was 33, and he called my mother when I was gone and told her that I would not u know, give him a bj, but I did it for other guys I had been with. Could she help?
My mother is religious too, I wouldnt be surprised if she never did such a thing, AND HE KNEW IT. But he still called her asking for advice on how he could get me to do it.
Umm what sicko calls your mother and asks how to get a bj out of their daughter? UGH!
OK so.......... am I crazy? LMAO! I felt crazy at the time, but also in control and damn good after.
OMG I beat him up and cracked his head open with car keys on Day 17. YEAH!

