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Oh. My. Jesus. What???????
There should be no question when you look at that, but I don’t know if I can just walk away.
So. What would you tell ME if you were looking at that picture?
If this is his early in the relationship “best behavior” what will he give you to look forward I wonder. If a girl had done this to your son what would you tell him? Woman…seriously. Unless this was awesome rough sex (go girl!) you should reconsider… π¦
Yes you can and you should…with velocity and a no contact order for chrissakes
DAMN…ouch!
Physical pain is nothing compared to emotional pain.
You got that right. I used to try to explain that I’d rather have him hit me than all of the emotional wounds he inflicted on me. Bruises on my body heal…emotional wounds take so much longer!
A dude did that to you?
Yes, a dude, can’t call him a man.
Please tell me what doesn’t involve another human and a fist.
Not a fist, but a foot, and a human.
Holy smokes!! Please get yourself to safety if that’s from your man. Please.
Don’t worry, I am safe.
Get yourself to safety, and STAY safe. No going back, no matter how sorry, how repenting, no matter the promises…No going back.
A foot!!! Please get out of there, it’s not worth it!
I am safe. He and I maintain seperate households, thank god. It might seem crazy, but I am not scared of him. He struck out at me like a cornered animal, because at that moment, that is what he was: he got caught fucking around and I confronted him.
I appreciate everyone’s concern. You are all a great blogging family, and I will continue to work through this in my head, and most likely here in my blog too.
Ouch. What a bummer. It is a delicate balance between taking risks with somebody we don’t know that well and being careful. Take care.
Thanks Tom.
jeeze hun, you werent joking when you said youre going through some shit
Hope youre OK…well here I am – Drafts
Glad to hear from you!! Sounds like you’re going through some shit too. This isn’t the first time I have gone through shit, and I have come out the other side. If you need to talk, drop me an email. π