txcwby95
10-16-2004, 09:25 AM
I tried to post this last night during all the commotion, but I guess I took too long and the computer lost the post. I am in an abusive relationship, and because I am a male, most think it impossible.
I got a bad reputation when I was 19 years old, I'll be 38. My 1st wife had abused my 3 month old daughter and CPS called me at work. When I got home the neighbors were all there, and it seems my wife had slapped my daughter so bad the hand print was still there 45 minutes later. CPS released my daughter into my care, but after everyone had left I beat my wife up. I am not proud of that fact, but it happened. My family allowed my daughter and I to move in with them, so I left my wife, but my mother always considered me a looser and a failure after that.
Not to long later I ended up in prison. I think I was just so lost to depression, alcohol and drugs I just needed to escape. So I robbed 2 convenience stores in a stolen car and off to TDC I went.
After serving 6 years in prison I met a lady, I had only been free 14 months. We married and I discovered she had a lot of bad baggage, and she began to take it out on me. We fought and argued, and made up and had a wonderful sex life. The fighting escalated, but so did the sex. A year into the relationship she would get physical and slap me, the verbal abuse was terrible, and then she hooked up with my Mom, and my life tutrned into hell. I ended up being arrested for assaulting her, when I was the one being assaulted. The good thing was that I was never arrested on actual assault charges, she just complained to my PO and he had me arrested on a blue warrant, or violators warrant. In the mean time I had hired a lawyer and my wife had talked to several people in the neighbor hood a long with her friends, and admitted she lied and just wanted me out of the house, not back in prison. She said I touched her against her will, but that I had never hit her. She was arrested for filing false charges. My parole was reinsted after 88 days, but guess where I returned to. I loved her and thought that with counseling things would turn out right.
Needless to say that was a lie. I ended up inviting a friend of ours and his family to live with us to have a witness, and she continued to be abusive, yelling screaming, slapping, lying, calling the police reporting the car stolen when I had possession of it etc. I finally divorced her and moved to another town.
I met another lady. An older lady that seemed to have her life together with a good job, home and automobile. We moved in together only to discover her alcohol problem and my victim complex. We would fight and argue. My Mother told her that I had a reputation for hitting women, to be careful. This lady tripped out in public on several occasions and while I was still on parole I left her on the beach. The authorities contacted me and asked me to come get her and like a fool I did. We continued to argue so bad that one night I tried to leave and she attacked me, and was cut by my watch. I left and she ended up going to my mother for medical attention. My mother got with her sister, and her sister got with my PO and everyone went to the DA. She actually filed charges, so I absconded.
The charges were dropped, she filed an affidavet clearing me, but I was revoked for absconding. I wasn't faithful to her during our seperation, and my mother made sure to tell her, but despite all of this she stuck with me for 2 years and 9 months that I was incarcerated. Guess where I paroled to? Yep right back into the fiery furnace.
I guess I should tell you about the house. Upon being released from TDCJ-ID, she was suppossed to pick me up, but when I got to the bus station she was nowhere around. I called her and she had taken off from work, but didn't come to Huntsville so I rode the bus back to Houston. When I arrived in Houston I called her and she wanted me to wait at the downtown bus station for her to pick me up. I told her I'd take a bus. I was put out because she had procrastinated so long and not picked me up at either place. I figured out the Metro routes and hopped on a bus that took me "home". Upon arrival the house looked like someone had ransacked it. Everything was everywhere. Shoes, paperwork, dishes, tools, you name it. You couldn't walk, you couldn't cook, you could barely shower, and reach the bed. Which of course we promptly did.
During the days that followed my release I started cleaning up and sorting the place out. I wanted to find my birth certificate and important documents so I could get a Social Security card, driver's license, etc. What I found was disturbing. She had been writing porno letters to a "friend" of mine from prison. Including pictures and everything. She had kept a scrap book! I would ask her questions and she would lie to me, the more letters I read, the more she lied. Finally I gave her the scrapbook and she accussed me of going through her personal belongings as if I had violated her.
A week ago she asked me to buy her booze for her and I did. When I returned from the store she was on the phone, so I handed her her booze and she lost it! Sitting in the living room talking on the phone she lost her booze! Well she ranted and raved and blamed me for her lost bottle. When I found it she accussed me of hiding it from her.
Last night she was suppossed to go somewhere to do volunteer work, and since I refuse to go with her to do the volunteer work, I offered the idea that she should get ready early and maybe we could grab a bite to eat. She accussed me of alterior motives and that I just wanted to go meet someone else. She expected me to go with her and sit in the car like her puppy dog waiting on her to finish. Since I have been "home", her Friday night excursions have kept her out until 5am at the latest. She told her friends where she volunteers at that I am jealous. Last night she didn't go to her volunteer job. I went upstairs to bed after her accusations, and she woke me up 3 hours later throwing stuff around the house. She took all the keys, placed them in her purse and marched around the house with rainboots on as if patroling to make sure I didn't escape. I did escape to my office and my computer. I tried to post last night, but since this post is so long the computer timed out and I lost it.
So here is the insanity of it all. How do I pick these women? How do I leave right now? All of my belongings are mixed with her's. I don't have work yet, nor another a place to stay. I really don't want to be a homeless person living at a ministry with a few belongings in a plastic sack, but it looks like I have no choice. I've been violated on parole, and I don't want to go back again! I have prayed that I could take this long enough to get work, and the finances to get out, but it's been 25 days and the best I've done is get my Social Security card, get enrolled at Worksource, and apply for about 100 jobs with 2 interviews so far. I cn't live like this, I may not be perfect, but I diserve better than this. I'm tired of feeling like a victim, and just want peace and security.
I got a bad reputation when I was 19 years old, I'll be 38. My 1st wife had abused my 3 month old daughter and CPS called me at work. When I got home the neighbors were all there, and it seems my wife had slapped my daughter so bad the hand print was still there 45 minutes later. CPS released my daughter into my care, but after everyone had left I beat my wife up. I am not proud of that fact, but it happened. My family allowed my daughter and I to move in with them, so I left my wife, but my mother always considered me a looser and a failure after that.
Not to long later I ended up in prison. I think I was just so lost to depression, alcohol and drugs I just needed to escape. So I robbed 2 convenience stores in a stolen car and off to TDC I went.
After serving 6 years in prison I met a lady, I had only been free 14 months. We married and I discovered she had a lot of bad baggage, and she began to take it out on me. We fought and argued, and made up and had a wonderful sex life. The fighting escalated, but so did the sex. A year into the relationship she would get physical and slap me, the verbal abuse was terrible, and then she hooked up with my Mom, and my life tutrned into hell. I ended up being arrested for assaulting her, when I was the one being assaulted. The good thing was that I was never arrested on actual assault charges, she just complained to my PO and he had me arrested on a blue warrant, or violators warrant. In the mean time I had hired a lawyer and my wife had talked to several people in the neighbor hood a long with her friends, and admitted she lied and just wanted me out of the house, not back in prison. She said I touched her against her will, but that I had never hit her. She was arrested for filing false charges. My parole was reinsted after 88 days, but guess where I returned to. I loved her and thought that with counseling things would turn out right.
Needless to say that was a lie. I ended up inviting a friend of ours and his family to live with us to have a witness, and she continued to be abusive, yelling screaming, slapping, lying, calling the police reporting the car stolen when I had possession of it etc. I finally divorced her and moved to another town.
I met another lady. An older lady that seemed to have her life together with a good job, home and automobile. We moved in together only to discover her alcohol problem and my victim complex. We would fight and argue. My Mother told her that I had a reputation for hitting women, to be careful. This lady tripped out in public on several occasions and while I was still on parole I left her on the beach. The authorities contacted me and asked me to come get her and like a fool I did. We continued to argue so bad that one night I tried to leave and she attacked me, and was cut by my watch. I left and she ended up going to my mother for medical attention. My mother got with her sister, and her sister got with my PO and everyone went to the DA. She actually filed charges, so I absconded.
The charges were dropped, she filed an affidavet clearing me, but I was revoked for absconding. I wasn't faithful to her during our seperation, and my mother made sure to tell her, but despite all of this she stuck with me for 2 years and 9 months that I was incarcerated. Guess where I paroled to? Yep right back into the fiery furnace.
I guess I should tell you about the house. Upon being released from TDCJ-ID, she was suppossed to pick me up, but when I got to the bus station she was nowhere around. I called her and she had taken off from work, but didn't come to Huntsville so I rode the bus back to Houston. When I arrived in Houston I called her and she wanted me to wait at the downtown bus station for her to pick me up. I told her I'd take a bus. I was put out because she had procrastinated so long and not picked me up at either place. I figured out the Metro routes and hopped on a bus that took me "home". Upon arrival the house looked like someone had ransacked it. Everything was everywhere. Shoes, paperwork, dishes, tools, you name it. You couldn't walk, you couldn't cook, you could barely shower, and reach the bed. Which of course we promptly did.
During the days that followed my release I started cleaning up and sorting the place out. I wanted to find my birth certificate and important documents so I could get a Social Security card, driver's license, etc. What I found was disturbing. She had been writing porno letters to a "friend" of mine from prison. Including pictures and everything. She had kept a scrap book! I would ask her questions and she would lie to me, the more letters I read, the more she lied. Finally I gave her the scrapbook and she accussed me of going through her personal belongings as if I had violated her.
A week ago she asked me to buy her booze for her and I did. When I returned from the store she was on the phone, so I handed her her booze and she lost it! Sitting in the living room talking on the phone she lost her booze! Well she ranted and raved and blamed me for her lost bottle. When I found it she accussed me of hiding it from her.
Last night she was suppossed to go somewhere to do volunteer work, and since I refuse to go with her to do the volunteer work, I offered the idea that she should get ready early and maybe we could grab a bite to eat. She accussed me of alterior motives and that I just wanted to go meet someone else. She expected me to go with her and sit in the car like her puppy dog waiting on her to finish. Since I have been "home", her Friday night excursions have kept her out until 5am at the latest. She told her friends where she volunteers at that I am jealous. Last night she didn't go to her volunteer job. I went upstairs to bed after her accusations, and she woke me up 3 hours later throwing stuff around the house. She took all the keys, placed them in her purse and marched around the house with rainboots on as if patroling to make sure I didn't escape. I did escape to my office and my computer. I tried to post last night, but since this post is so long the computer timed out and I lost it.
So here is the insanity of it all. How do I pick these women? How do I leave right now? All of my belongings are mixed with her's. I don't have work yet, nor another a place to stay. I really don't want to be a homeless person living at a ministry with a few belongings in a plastic sack, but it looks like I have no choice. I've been violated on parole, and I don't want to go back again! I have prayed that I could take this long enough to get work, and the finances to get out, but it's been 25 days and the best I've done is get my Social Security card, get enrolled at Worksource, and apply for about 100 jobs with 2 interviews so far. I cn't live like this, I may not be perfect, but I diserve better than this. I'm tired of feeling like a victim, and just want peace and security.