As I was sitting there listening to him save his own ass I thought about the last four years and everything that we had been through. The good time and the bad, trying to figure out what had happened to us. How we went from not a bicker for the first year and a half to this. It just didnt seem fair. At one point we were so much in love. Or at least I was. I thought he was too. But I know that he couldn't have been. Maybe he thought he was but I'm not sure he even knows what love is. Four years of emotional abuse, cheating and now physical abuse. It had just gotten worse as time went on, him caring a little less every day. His words to the cops let me know I was right lying to them and making me look bad to save his own ass. I didnt want him going to jail over this, I knew that he just needed a break. But the cops didnt take no for an answer and off in handcuffs he went. I was told that he would be ROR'd and out the next day but that didnt happen either. He was charged with a misdemeanor domestic battery and to my surprise and dread a felony. The felony was for tampering with evidence which I didnt understand at first. I was told he received that for trying to take my phone to call first help.
That night and throughout the next day my friends took shifts and stayed by my side. When he called me the next day I knew what I was about to deal with. Sure enough he was crying and apologizing for everything. Almost the same storyline he had when he was in there for breaking my nose. I could have almost written it myself. I told him that I forgave him like I always did but told him things had to change. He agreed and begged me to find a way to get him out. I told him I would work on it and I hung up the phone. The next day he called again and acted like a totally different person. He told me after that he acted this way to light a fire under my ass but I knew which personality was the real one. I needed him out though because even though he scared me at the moment some weirdo who began stalking me the day after he went in scared me more, banging on my doors and windows at four am. It terrified me. And over the next couple days even though I was still hurt by what he had done to me I missed him terribly. When he was bonded out four days later everything went back to how it was before. The I'm sorry's were again just words...
That night and throughout the next day my friends took shifts and stayed by my side. When he called me the next day I knew what I was about to deal with. Sure enough he was crying and apologizing for everything. Almost the same storyline he had when he was in there for breaking my nose. I could have almost written it myself. I told him that I forgave him like I always did but told him things had to change. He agreed and begged me to find a way to get him out. I told him I would work on it and I hung up the phone. The next day he called again and acted like a totally different person. He told me after that he acted this way to light a fire under my ass but I knew which personality was the real one. I needed him out though because even though he scared me at the moment some weirdo who began stalking me the day after he went in scared me more, banging on my doors and windows at four am. It terrified me. And over the next couple days even though I was still hurt by what he had done to me I missed him terribly. When he was bonded out four days later everything went back to how it was before. The I'm sorry's were again just words...