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OK maybe you
just might have 2 winners from the same city haha. I just recently read
the psycho story from St. Louis and I guess I was thinking that her psycho
is my psycho or that there are a lot of psychos from St. Louis. That story
sounds so much like mine that it is chilling just to think that there just
maybe someone out there as crazy as the psycho I was married to. Maybe
they had some kind of training school here for them or something. Who
knows. During this I will not disclose any names for fear of someone
finding out who I am and where I'm at. I'm happy now. I'm not so worried
about my psycho finding out because he is 6 feet under but it's a lot of
his friends and family members. They were all on the edge and still are.
Aside from all the gun shooting and hostage holding this man had done many
a thing to woman and his enemies. Fight after fight, drunk after drunk he
always came through with as long as ya keep to the fact that ya didn't do
it ya didn't do it they won't get ya. And I guess it worked cause in all
his 45 years the man only spent 2 of those in prison. And not because of
me........because they caught him red handed and he just could say he
didn't do it. Everything from shooting at me to accusing me of being with
every man out there he had done more. He tried to get me to cop to the
fact that the VD he got came from me. At that time I had cut him off for
bringing something home 2 months before. So it couldn't be me. We ain't
had none. So this led to one huge argument that cause him to beat the holy
heck out of me. But fist to fist cuff to cuff I wasn't going to let him
kill me. As soon as I could grab a handful of groin hair I was out of
there. It always seems that works best on psycho men. There was an
incident that took place once after coming home from a night at the bars
that hangs in my mind forever and ever. He came home from a binge went to
the fridge and got a beer. Preceded to the couch to rest with a bit of TV.
As he leaned forward to reach for his beer his was out like a light and
his head hit the table. Me wanting to make sure the fool wasn't bleeding
walked over to check on him. Now I'm well aware of the saying to leave
sleeping dogs lie. I wasn't going to wake him just check him. And I
did....woke him up sure as shit. He came up off that couch so fast your
head would have spun.....and mine did. He hit me so hard knocked me across
the room and upside the wall. All the time mumbling that I had hit him.
Boy if only I had it him that hard by God he wouldn't be up that darn
quick. This was one of those terrifying 20 minute fights that if I didn't
find a way out I wasn't going to make it out at all. I had hair
missing......a broken nose......a hole in my ear drum.....stitches and the
whole nine yards. This was one of those times that the old groin hair
worked after I pulled him back for one more round. Pulling him toward me
by his pants they came off. What luck. I few hairs is all I needed. And I
was out of there. After getting loose I called one of my friends to take
me to the ER. Before getting there I chucked back a few beers to make it
seem like I had been drinking. You know the routine....."How did this
happen?" Well, I had 1 too many and fell down the steps. No way would I
tell them he had done it. He was still on parole and if he did something
like this he was going back to finish his sentence in there and not on the
streets. He would have killed me for sure. I didn't go back there that
night I went to my moms. In the morning he had started remembering bits
and pieces of what happened and called his buddies. He had thought he
killed me and hid my body but couldn't remember what he did with me. I
guess they were to find me and dispose of me properly and say he knew
nothing at all. Talk about psycho. I could go on all day about the things
he did and the things I learned to do to him. Everything from dog food
meatloaf to beer laced with stool softeners. It was all there and everyone
now asks how I ever did it and why I ever stayed. I guess he was beginning
to turn me psycho. And maybe I am the psycho one now. Took me forever to
find someone who wasn't afraid to date me haha.
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Anonymous |
St. Louis, MO |
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