I something to say. I'm tired of lying about it. It just seemed so easy to lie it before, make up little stories. So easy that It sickens me. I have been in a abusive relationship for approximately 2 years now. Nigh...let's make that 2 relationships that spanned 6 years.
The first one was a friend of 12 yrs, Michael Leroy S. His last name until this day has always been hard for me to pronounce or even say. Thinks weren't always bad. They only changed after his parents kicked him out of the house at age 15 and from then on he has taken my time, my money and my education in order to support him.
I willfully stayed in the relationship despite it being emotionally abusive. I neither condone nor condemn him for what he has done.
Miles will always be my little bro despite being 4 yrs older than I.
He died February of 2010. A mixture of psyche meds and alcohol took him away from me and his wife Melinda.
Melinda was the best thing to happen to him in my eyes. He finally took my advice of starting anew and returned to the good old Miles that I know. Kind, supportive and intelligent. That was until the smokescreen I threw up for him faded and word of his marriage caught his parents' ears. They were happy and supportive up until meeting Melinda. They insulted her and like the women I know she spat it back 10 fold. This forced Miles to take a side and eventually sided with his parents. They left him for dead anyway and he changed to an even worse person.
He turned on us ALL of us and eventually sent his loving wife over the edge. She became a sad shell of who she once was and began her old cutting habits...
I still kick myself for catching it too late, but glad I decided to intervene. I give thanks to the Western Rose for showing me the errors in our relationship. It is a fact that I had been stitching them closer up until that day. I will blame myself forever for such a transgression. Till this day I can still feel her cuts close as skin. Literally.
Now we come to my second relationship issue. Melinda. We would great friends almost significant others up until her marriage and ultimate widowship. Stricken with grief she changed. She became my abuser. My scarrs and bruises healed and never stayed. The cigarette burns however still show. I have always understood her pain and treated her wounds both physical and emotional and for that she soon believed she was in love with me. Obsessed actually. She became jealous of any girl that would talk to me and tried to drive them away. She never laid a hand on them, but she would talk to them and attack emotionally or stage a scene to change their views of me. Being my confidant for several years she would know my weaknesses and commonly used them against me. In all reality I guess we can say that she was both physically and emotionally.
I write all this now to finally end the lies and half truths. Sunday Aug 29th I finally came to admit myself as a victim of such things.
Just today I made plans with her to see Scott Pilgrim, but invited a new online friend and her brother to see it with me. Melinda made me pay her way despite my generosity of doing it without a second thought. Merely because it was my treat. I had thought that our little break from one another had made her grow up alittle more. she was okay about it only because I referred to my friend as the nickname Ed.
She picked me up halfway to the theatre and we talked for a while. I took off m shoes for a short time to rest my feet and let lose for a while. She asked about Ed and I told her about her. Somehow I missed the disdain in her voice until it was too late.
She stopped the car and asked me to check the back wheel, saying it felt it was low. Notice I said 'told' and when I did she shot off and for a moment I was dumbfounded before I gave chase.
I caught up with her quickly and tried to talk with her to no avail. Eventually I got her to stop and we had a talk...or rather she yelled and shoved me around for a short while before kicking me in the stomach and leaving completely
I was hot, in alittle pain, late for the movie, without a car and I had injured my foot as I was running.
As I limped my way toward the theatre I made up a grand lie to cover up what happened. At the time I was not willing to admit what happened and came up with the lie that I was mugged by a hobo and his friends while arguing with her via phone. I committed to that lie and kept compounding to it as I hung out with my Ed and her family. I will admit that my mind was off trying to mask my pain and the real event.
That is until now...I have notified Melinda's family and they have taken her back to Iowa.
I neither condemn nor condone her actions and I will pray she finds her solice away from us here in Lincoln
I am sorry for my lies and secrecy everyone that I touched with this
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