Loving her...
I got the call at one in the morning. In truth I had been getting worried as it had been a while since Jacksonville. I wondered if she was ever going to do it. She said he had left bruises on her arms. Matt and I drove to Tally and met her at her house on her lunch break. She was wearing a sweater in the middle of July and I knew she had to be burning up. We opened the door to find him there with a taxi driver. I felt that long forgotten feeling. The adreneline pumping through my veins, my heart beat in my ears. It took effort not to look at him, just to know where he was in the house and to stay bodily between him and her. I just knew if I caught his eye he would say something and that if he said something I would lose it on his ass and if I lost it on his ass Matt would defend me and none of that would be good for her. Matt's presence scared him anyway, I think. He's a big guy and was obviously pissed, so things went smoothly while my girl walked her dog. Actually, he took off before the dog had finished. So we went out the door and she finally new that the heat was getting to her and took off that damn black sweater. I could see wear his fingers had squeezed down on her. I also knew that it had been a few days since all that happened, that she didn't tell me until she was truly ready to leave him. The bruises, they were still quite visible. Suddenly I wanted him to come back. My little disabled butt started thinking up all the ways I could bodily hurt that guy. Why is it that when I knew damn well that he had been mentally and emotionally abusing her for several months did the sight of those marks make me so enraged? It took tremendouseffort not to show this to her, to tell her it didn't look so bad and that I was just proud of her for finally ending things with him, to be someone constructive in her life. When we were eating lunch he kept calling. She told him over and over again that if he didn't vollentarily take his name off the lease, she would get a domestic violence injunction on his ass. In between calls I took pictures with her phone of her injuries. Finally both Matt and I told her not to talk to him anymore. He had already heard what she needed to say at least ten times and there was no reason for her to keep talking to him. All it could do is hurt her. That night his folks came and got his things. She and her roommate decided to change the locks, but was going to give him until Friday to sign himself off. My buddy Robin was told the knews and advised that she file charges of assault against him. Screw the domestic violence crap. Hit him wear it hurts the most. I guess we had all had enough of worrying when the next time he would pull something like that was. I love her more than I love my own safety and security. I'm so proud of her for making this move, though I know that it must have been so very hard on her, trying to love him enough to make things better between him, trying to love him enough to stand by him no matter what others said, trying to love him enough to make it all okay. I have been there before. Maybe that is why I still feel the rage when typing this welling up inside me. I thought I had rid myself of this feeling, this hate long ago, when I was reborn after the big surgeries. Anyway, much love all. I hope those you love are safe and warm tonight..