I Used to Be a Victim
I was in a relationship with a man who I believed to be my soul mate. No matter what tore us apart we always ended up back together. The last time we were together he had developed a bad crack habit and I stood by him while he went to rehab and tried to kick the habit. He stayed clean for a while and worked and it seemed like all was okay. Then things started to change, his moods, mannerisms, etc. One night I came home from work and he attacked me for my money. He ripped my clothes and choked me and I thought I was going to die. Some how I made it to the door with his hands still around my throat and there stood the neighbors. He jumped out the window to the fire escape and left. A few days later he was in Virginia and he called me, I talked him back with promises of leaving with him. At the bus station I had under cover police waiting for him . When he got off the bus they took him away and charged him and sent him to prison for 2 years. He said he wished he had killed me when he had the chance. He still lives in my area since his release.