I attempted to walk past him without saying nothing, he blocked my way. I went to move around him and then everything went crazy. He hit me! Out of nowhere the man I loved hit me and didn't stop! He continued to hit me. Even though I didn't raised a finger in defense he continued to pummel me. I was on the floor in a fetal position and he began to kick me. Finally I managed to get up and crawl away. Crying and hurt beyond belief I crawled away.
For a week after that I made myself the bad guy. There just had to be a reason why the man who said he loved me would beat on me like that. I had to have done something wrong. And of course I couldn't ask him because once again he decided to leave me alone. I couldn't figure it out. What did I do so wrong that it warranted this?
Finally he came home, days later, but he was home! I walked on eggshells for two days. Scared he would hit me again. I couldn't sleep right for fear he might attack me in my sleep. Finally I mustered up enough courage and approached him about the situation.
Tears spilling down my face all I asked was, "why?" he looked at me strangely and said "Baby, I'm sorry .... No I apologize for my behavior." And again I said "WHY?" He looked at me tears falling down his face and said "You were ignoring me! You wouldn't talk to me ornpay me any attention! I know you were mad at me, but you wouldn't pay me any attention!"
I should've saw the signs and stopped right there.........
