Last NightWell, this is my second story. I knew this was coming. Long story short I really got it on Sunday night. Last night, I got what I knew was coming. Trevor came home late and the Sage was already in bed. I was sitting at the table, waiting nervously. He came home not really mad but more like irritated. I wished he would just get it over with. But he didn't.
"Hi," He said, walking right passed me.
"Hey baby. Anything special you want for dinner. Sage went to bed already,"
"You didn't make anything already? What the **** did you do all day," I know he didn't actually want an answer so I kept quiet.
"How long has she been in bed?"
"About forty minutes,"
"Are you ******* kidding me! It's 10:40! You can't even take care of a ******* three year old,"
"I didn't notice it getting so late and she wouldn't calm down,"
"Do you need me to come home early to put her to bed? Are you that weak," I didn't say anything and it stayed quiet for several minutes. I started making dinner. My hands were shaking so hard I almost dropped the pot.
"What? Your hands are shaking,"
"I'm just cold, there's a draft, I guess," I knocked over the pot and water all over the floor and counter. "Oh my God! I- I- I,"
"ARE YOU ******* SERIOUS!"
"I didn't mean to, I,"
"Just shut up,"
"I didn't-" He back handed me and I started cleaning up the water. He pulled me up by my arm and I hit a measuring cup and that went spilling all over.
"You ******* moron!" He punched me over the right and pushed me, knocking me over.
"Trevor, please," He picked me up by my hair and smashed my head into the wall. He slapped me a few more times and pushed me around. In the back of our kitchen is a door leading to our "backyard", he threw me into the door and I went right threw. He picked up the wooden chair we hadn't taken in yet and threw it at me. He also knocked over the metal table on my but I put up my arm so that's the only thing broken, it didn't fall on my stomach or my unborn child. He threw a planter at e but it missed and shattered. The second one hit y foot but I had shoes on. He kicked me a few more times as I was sprawling on the ground, trying to get up. I finally gave up and just lay on the cold snow covered cement, in yoga pants and a tee shirt. Finally, He went upstairs to change and once he came down he had cooled off and the rest of the night was wonderful. We had dinner and I saw the guy I met in high school. I love him so much.
Jerrian7- Trevor doesn't get a thrill out of hurting me, he only hurts me when I do something wrong and I'm just really stupid and clumsy because that's a lot. Trevor would never hurt our daughter. And I can't leave him. Living with out him would kill me. He controls all our money. And he says If I ever try to leave he will cut the baby inside me out and kill it in front of him. Then he will Sage and then he will killing slowly, cutting me part piece by piece. And if I left, it would kill him too. He does love me and our family. I just can't do anything right. And I have to work on that and Trevor is actually helping me, more and more, I'm getting a little tiny bit better I think.