Soo Dan finally crossed the line and beat the everliving shit out of me in my driveway about a week ago.
It's finally over. The shitstorm started 2 weeks ago. i took him to Projekt Revolution (which was fucking incredible!) and we had the time of our lives. Then, the next morning, I'm sleeping and he goes through my cell phone and finds a text from a guy I dated maybe a month and half earlier. Didn't last. The text said he couldn't talk to me anymore. Dan flips, does something to me that he knows i hate which I won't say here and I leave. I get a call a few hours laterfrom his best friend saying he's in a hospital in plymouth. I rush there and he's having chest pains and giving the staff hell. He wants to leave. The hospital says I have to bring him home, he can't drive on his own, but they won't tell me what's wrong with him. Their convinced he's on cocaine. I've never seen him do it, but I know he has before. I bring him home. He falls asleep. I meet his fucked up brother who I HATE because of the fucked up things he's done to Dan. I go to work. i come back. we work things out. Promise each other we're gonna be there for each other... Fast forward to Thursday... I'm out riding with my friend Matt, Dan flips, drinks himself into oblivion, shows up at my house at 2 am. I take his keys and tell him to call a friend to pick him up. He wrenches the keys out of my hand. So I tell him to leave. He picks me up by the front of my shirt, slams me on the hood of my Blazer, and throws me off the truck. I stand up, brush myself off, he comes at me again. I cringe. He leaves. My sister calls the cops, cops come, find him around 4 am a mile down the road from my house. He's arrested, bail is not set, he is arraigned in the morning.
it's over.
a year of ups and downs and it's over in a flash.
I'm never going to find anyone worthy of my heart, or being in my daughter's life.
It makes me sick thinking about it, but it's true.
On a lighter note, Damian and I got tattoos together yesterday for my birthday (coming in 2 weeks!)
We both got the same tatt, mine's on my right hip, Damian's is on the back of his left calf.
Check it out... to all you Social D fans....
It's finally over. The shitstorm started 2 weeks ago. i took him to Projekt Revolution (which was fucking incredible!) and we had the time of our lives. Then, the next morning, I'm sleeping and he goes through my cell phone and finds a text from a guy I dated maybe a month and half earlier. Didn't last. The text said he couldn't talk to me anymore. Dan flips, does something to me that he knows i hate which I won't say here and I leave. I get a call a few hours laterfrom his best friend saying he's in a hospital in plymouth. I rush there and he's having chest pains and giving the staff hell. He wants to leave. The hospital says I have to bring him home, he can't drive on his own, but they won't tell me what's wrong with him. Their convinced he's on cocaine. I've never seen him do it, but I know he has before. I bring him home. He falls asleep. I meet his fucked up brother who I HATE because of the fucked up things he's done to Dan. I go to work. i come back. we work things out. Promise each other we're gonna be there for each other... Fast forward to Thursday... I'm out riding with my friend Matt, Dan flips, drinks himself into oblivion, shows up at my house at 2 am. I take his keys and tell him to call a friend to pick him up. He wrenches the keys out of my hand. So I tell him to leave. He picks me up by the front of my shirt, slams me on the hood of my Blazer, and throws me off the truck. I stand up, brush myself off, he comes at me again. I cringe. He leaves. My sister calls the cops, cops come, find him around 4 am a mile down the road from my house. He's arrested, bail is not set, he is arraigned in the morning.
it's over.
a year of ups and downs and it's over in a flash.
I'm never going to find anyone worthy of my heart, or being in my daughter's life.
It makes me sick thinking about it, but it's true.
On a lighter note, Damian and I got tattoos together yesterday for my birthday (coming in 2 weeks!)
We both got the same tatt, mine's on my right hip, Damian's is on the back of his left calf.
Check it out... to all you Social D fans....
Sorry to hear about you and Dan but don't worry, there is always someone for everyone. Have faith that they may not be here at the mo but doesn't mean they won't show up eventually.