I Am a Victim of Domestic Violence
I guess I was too stupid to leave... or many I was too desperate to have a man... a good-looking man. So I put up with physical, mental and sexual abuse for 6 years. I would go to work with black eyes, he had a rock band, and had me service his bandmates in a sexual way. Tortured and tormented my life... til I tried to kill him..
I knew then I had to get away... it was he was gonna kill me, or I was gonna kill him - and life in prison did not sound like a good idea for me.
so I left with only the clothes on my back, and my car - I lived in my car for 6 months - washing up at the diner... so I could be clean for work.
They knew I was homeless, but as long as I didn't involve my private life with my work, and I did my job - they didn't complain.
But ever-so-often my exbf would find out where I was sleeping, and come around to bother me - I had to keep moving. He came to my job too - but they got rid of him for me.
There is alot more to this story... but this is the basics... want to know more, ask.
I found a guy who was so unlike that guy that I jumped at the chance to be with him... but nothing in life ever goes smoothly. we got together. we had a great life - we kissed, cuddled, made love - he never hit me or yelled at me. we got a nice house and cars, and the whole nine yards. then one morning pain hit me - so strong i thought i would die. my jaw that had been broken when i was 17 by my rock star boyfriend started to hurt again. I went to the dentist and told them take out my teeth - they hurt. they told me nothing was wrong with my teeth but i didn't believe them. i had all my teeth removed. and still the pain was incredible. my boss at the time told me - you have to stop crying at work - you are being disruptive to the people around you. i had worked there 3 yrs. i couldn't kill the pain - not even with pain killers. so i stupidly thought that maybe like novacaine cocaine would work. so i asked around. i found it. it worked great for 6 months - no pain. just rubbed a little powder on my jaw when i was workign and i was fine - no crying. lol - i was so ******* naive. i had no idea how the drug world worked.
and one day my car broke down, i went to the dealers house becausae theyre were always so many cars there - i figured someone ought to be able to give me a ride. they said sure - as long as we can use your washing machine. i said fine. then they used my phone. and soon the people that were coming next door to buy drugs were coming to my house. and everyone in my building began snorting coke. i tried it but it made me throw up.
one day though - about 3 months later - i was going to the bathroom. and you had to walk through the den to get there. there was this chick sitting on my floor with a small bottle (nip bottle) with tin foil on the top - the dealer was lighting it. i said - what the **** are you doing? she said - come on lynn - give it try... you never get addicted to anything. i thought what the **** - everyone else is doing something. and i all i am doing is going to work all the time to pay the bills. well as you can imagine i got addicted that very day. and my life turned to **** shortly after. i have enough crap to share that i could write a book. but so many people have written about there stories already. and mine doesn't seem to ever end. so I don;'t feel like I have the right to write about something i have yet to overcome. anyway - my husband started using, and eventually couldn't stop cheating on me. so i threw him out. eventually losing my house and the cars and the jobs. going to jail a few times - finally got me clean - til MICHAEL RAPED ME AGAIN IN OCTOBER OF 2012.
IT SEEMS I CAN'T GET AWAY FROM THE ****. IT FOLLOWS ME.
I knew then I had to get away... it was he was gonna kill me, or I was gonna kill him - and life in prison did not sound like a good idea for me.
so I left with only the clothes on my back, and my car - I lived in my car for 6 months - washing up at the diner... so I could be clean for work.
They knew I was homeless, but as long as I didn't involve my private life with my work, and I did my job - they didn't complain.
But ever-so-often my exbf would find out where I was sleeping, and come around to bother me - I had to keep moving. He came to my job too - but they got rid of him for me.
There is alot more to this story... but this is the basics... want to know more, ask.
I found a guy who was so unlike that guy that I jumped at the chance to be with him... but nothing in life ever goes smoothly. we got together. we had a great life - we kissed, cuddled, made love - he never hit me or yelled at me. we got a nice house and cars, and the whole nine yards. then one morning pain hit me - so strong i thought i would die. my jaw that had been broken when i was 17 by my rock star boyfriend started to hurt again. I went to the dentist and told them take out my teeth - they hurt. they told me nothing was wrong with my teeth but i didn't believe them. i had all my teeth removed. and still the pain was incredible. my boss at the time told me - you have to stop crying at work - you are being disruptive to the people around you. i had worked there 3 yrs. i couldn't kill the pain - not even with pain killers. so i stupidly thought that maybe like novacaine cocaine would work. so i asked around. i found it. it worked great for 6 months - no pain. just rubbed a little powder on my jaw when i was workign and i was fine - no crying. lol - i was so ******* naive. i had no idea how the drug world worked.
and one day my car broke down, i went to the dealers house becausae theyre were always so many cars there - i figured someone ought to be able to give me a ride. they said sure - as long as we can use your washing machine. i said fine. then they used my phone. and soon the people that were coming next door to buy drugs were coming to my house. and everyone in my building began snorting coke. i tried it but it made me throw up.
one day though - about 3 months later - i was going to the bathroom. and you had to walk through the den to get there. there was this chick sitting on my floor with a small bottle (nip bottle) with tin foil on the top - the dealer was lighting it. i said - what the **** are you doing? she said - come on lynn - give it try... you never get addicted to anything. i thought what the **** - everyone else is doing something. and i all i am doing is going to work all the time to pay the bills. well as you can imagine i got addicted that very day. and my life turned to **** shortly after. i have enough crap to share that i could write a book. but so many people have written about there stories already. and mine doesn't seem to ever end. so I don;'t feel like I have the right to write about something i have yet to overcome. anyway - my husband started using, and eventually couldn't stop cheating on me. so i threw him out. eventually losing my house and the cars and the jobs. going to jail a few times - finally got me clean - til MICHAEL RAPED ME AGAIN IN OCTOBER OF 2012.
IT SEEMS I CAN'T GET AWAY FROM THE ****. IT FOLLOWS ME.
By:
REC0VERED
Age:
41-45
,
Female
