June 1st, 2012 (assault)

This is the weekend that changed my life forever. I had gotten back with my ex-boyfriend for the umpteenth time and this time it was different (or so he made it seem like it was). I had fallen for him hard this time, I actually thought it was going to work. He was drinking (surprise, surprise) and I was okay with that for some reason or another, maybe because he made it seem like he wasn't drinking as much, i don't know. Well, back up two weeks before this and he had gotten so drunk one night and scared the living shit out of me. He had gotten angry at me for some reason or another, which wasn't new. We started arguing and he slapped me. Hard. I was so confused and angry at myself that I would let this guy walk all over me once again. I guess I didn't know what to do at that point. Here, is the guy that has used and abused me so many times before doing it again. That night he swore up and down that he would never do it again. Just like they always do. Well, I just said fine, forgave him and we got through it. He always made a big deal about forgiving each other, well I was MUCH more forgiving then he was. Back to June 1st, it was an okay night, we had a few (Four Loco's BAD IDEA) downstairs with the neighbor and he wanted more. He made me go and buy him two more for the house and I knew I had a bad feeling at that moment in time, I knew something was going to happen. We came inside, Jacob too and turned on the music. I had told him at this point that I think he should stop drinking, of course he got so angry with me that I had asked him to do that. He started yelling and screaming at me that I would even think he was drinking too much. Our fight escalated of course and when I knew it was going to get physical, I told Jacob to get his ass downstairs by the neighbor, that mom will be out in a minute. He hesitated but ran downstairs anyhow. I was sick of it at this point. Sick of the verbal abuse, sick of the physical abuse, sick of being scared in my own house. I knew it was time to break up and for good. I guess I always went off of my feelings at the beginning of the relationships and never back to how he treated me. I told him I needed to vent about something. We begin to talk of our one month (to the day) relationship and I tell him something has to change. Whether he had to leave and go to his moms house again or if we needed to break up. He immediately screams at me for having doubts and asks me if I truly want to break up. I said Scott, I am so sick of being treated like this in my house, around my son, I shouldnt have to live like this. I could see the fire burning in his eyes and I knew it wasn't going to be pretty. I was sitting on my inflatable couch and he was crouching in front of me. He went biserk. Something triggered him to blow up. He threw me down so my belly was on the couch, back facing him and he started to punch me repeatedly, I asked him what the F*&^ he was doing and he said shut the F up bitch. I was so confused and scared at this point. He wraps his hand around my neck and starts to choke me from behind. I escape for just a moment and sat against the wall thinking he would cool off if i backed away. No, he got worse. He thrw me on the floor on my back and put his hands around my neck. He then stood up and stepped on my neck. He told me he would kill me and no one would know. :( I escaped and I ran out of the house into the neighbors house and I called police. He left immediately after he knew I had called the cops. The cops had come and took pictures, a full report. (I don't want to detail it too much, cuz this is a pending case against him) but he is getting charged and at that time that is all I cared about. The lady police officer asked me if I wanted an ambulance but I declined. Later on that night I decided to go into the ER and get checked out, my head, neck, everything was such a blur.
 As I arrived at the hospital, they immediately knew it was a domestic by the look of me, I was a mess. I had marks everywhere and I was shaking. I told the hospital nurses that I was just abused, been through it before, I just have to cover my grounds because he will be charged. They brought me to a room, put me on a board (cuz of my neck) and told me that I would need a CT. I was shocked that they actually took this seriously this time, usually they would have sent me home for tylenol and been done with it. By the time I had gotten back to the room after the CT was done, it was 1am. I had to work at 7am (I was more worried about work LOL) They left me on that dam board for over 1 hour so I was stiff by the time they finally let me off of it. The doctor on call came in and woke me (I had fallen asleep) and said I have some good news and some bad news. He said good news is that your neck shows no visable signs of injury. Bad news is that when we did your CT scan, we found something in your brain that we believe to be of colloid cyst nature. He said that it was fine and that I don't need to worry, just to get a MRI and follow up with my doctor. Right, not worry!? Right.