On February 28, 2015, I married what I thought was the man of my dreams. I had everything going for me. I was making more money than I could dream of making. I had two vehicles, toys, took vacations to awesome destinations anytime I wanted, lived in sunny Florida, had a career most would die for, great education, rubbed elbows with some of the best people and then my world crashed down.
On March 25th, I had to go to the emergency room and my husband was no where to be found. I text and called him to ask him to please take me to the ER. I was doubled over in pain. He was told me he was with friends and he wouldn’t take me to the ER. I had to call a friend who lived 45 minutes away to take me. I thought I had appendicitis. I found out I had cancer. I text him and told him they found what they think was cancer and he accused me of cheating with my friend. I would later find out he was the one cheating. He still refused to come to the hospital.
On April 7th, he hit me. He beat me so bad I ended up in the ER. I called the police and he fled the scene. I ended up with multiple injuries. I woke up a few days later to sliced tires, cut cable lines and a broken window. I again called the police.
On April 10, while taking a shower, he broke in and pulled me out of the shower beating me so bad I ended up calling off work to go back to the ER. I called the police. He ended up arrested a few weeks later while I was out of town and a neighbor caught him breaking into my home.
He continued breaking into my home while I was sleeping and beating me.
During this time he was entered into the Hillsborough County Florida Veteran’s treatment court where he failed multiple times to meet the terms of the court. He used meth and cocaine. The original presiding Judge stated he was highly concerned for my safty. The second judge was not concerned for my safety. During the course of the court, it came out that my abuser has a VERY LENGTHY history of violence against women, including during his time in the service.
On August 10, it was the scariest night of my life. He tried to kill me. He beat me so bad, I have since had multiple surgeries and have lifelong injuries. I have brain injury that has caused me to epilepsy. I now have PTSD as well. I have permanent hearing loss in both of my ears. I cannot be around crowds, loud noises, motorcycles and have suffered severely because of him.
The night he tried to kill me, while I laid in the hospital several hours later he called the police stating I attacked him. The cops believed me. The courts believed me. The prosecutors believed me. The charges were dropped. The original presiding judge over his case was my judge and he even believed me. The medical evidence alone told the story.
His family hides his history which includes the abuse of EVERY female he has ever been with, including his first wife and every girlfriend. His family blames me for him trying to kill me. His family covers for him. They deny his wrong doings. They deny his anti-social personality disorder. They deny his victimization of every female he has been with. They deny his EXTREME abuse and violence towards women including the reason he was kicked out of the military. His actions have been so dangerous and violent, the women I have spoken to date back 20 years ago, and they are still traumatized over it.
He is the classic narcissist. He projects his own image and does what is called gaslighting.
However, I am no longer a victim. I am a survivor. I refuse to allow another female be victimized by this monster. He will end up killing someone. He tried to kill me and almost got away with it. He is now a convicted felon because of it. He uses his father’s social security number because they share the same name to get into housing. He has killed a person in the past and while beating me told me he killed women and gotten away with it. I refuse to allow him to kill or victimize another female.
I consider him the devil. He attempted to murder me. I have looked the devil in the eyes while he was trying to murder me and survived. I am stronger now than I was then.
This blog is his karma. This blog is a woman beater’s karma. When you have a 20-year history of pulling the “I am an addict” card and getting away with crime, then try to kill a very strong woman, it will bite you in the ass. Consider it karma.
This blog is karma fueled with more karma.