Originally Posted by
Immortelle
Update:
Night before last, I initiated a conversation regarding our relationship's end. I carefully exlained that we were simply not able to make each other happy, that happiness is what I wanted for myself and for him, and we shouldn't waste anymore of each other's time. That evening he was upset, and attempted to say mean things about me ("your a liar" "you've ruined my life" "who are you sleeping with?" ect). I knew these were tactics to provoke a response, and I did really well to ignore them and keep with foundmental problem at hand. I was calm. I was supportive.
Needless to say, this wasn't very wise. I woke up the next morning to him trying to have sex with me. It was a slightly frightening stuggle to make him understand 'no'-- but eventually he stopped being forceful. I should have left for good then. I didn't. While he was in the bathroom I changed, got my phone and keys. I went to the store to give him time and returned home. He was packing... and drinking. I told him, I should probably stay somewhere else... he said "I'm not letting you leave. I'm going to make you suffer." He had blocked the door--and honestly, I was afraid to try and leave. I stayed and kept calm: helping him pack and gather his things... remaining calm on the outside.
The hateful words began to fall out of his mouth at an alarming rate- he was drinking heavily. At one point he started throwing things, yelling, and kicking stuff in my direction : I bolted. Keys in pocket, phone in hand (no money or purse) I ran faster than I ever have to my car. He followed... I screeched away in panic. Then I called the police. I instinctively didn't want to press charges, but I did ask for advice. They told me not to go back. ha. He called and apologized... said he just got upset... and I, I don't know why, went back. Even driving there I was thinking of my life, my family. I got back, and my living room was destroyed.
He was past drunk by then. I called my dad, just to have someone on the phone, I couldn't tell him what was going on, but my father picked up on the situation quickly. My ex had dialed 911 and hung up to mock me... when the dispatcher called back, he said nothing was wrong. But the dispatcher put his name and my call earlier together. The police arrived just as my ex was threatening to throw me over the balcony while flicking ashes on me and blowing smoke in my face.
Long story short, he gets out of jail in two hours. I'm at a hotel... I do not wish this on anyone and I'm so thankful the police arrived when they did. All of your words and advice keep repeating in my head: be strong, be calm. I think the worst is over.