I had to call 911, because my crazy, psycho, narcissistic-abuser, ex-boyfriend grabbed me by the back strap of my sports bra, and dragged me down the street. He went to jail, and I grabbed my stuff, and moved.
I guess Im still trying to come to terms with the experience, and all the feelings it stirred up inside me. I feel like I'm definitely more of an introvert since all that stuff happened over four years ago. I gathered up my cat, and most of my stuff, then called a cab company. They sent the owner in a minivan, and he drove me to a little motel. I stayed at the motel a few days while I worked out a plan with a local organization that helps women who are victims of domestic violence.
Within a few days I arranged to travel a few hours back to the Houston area as all of this stuff happened in the wake of Hurricane Harvey so my ex-boyfriend, and I had actually evacuated to his family's place in the country about one, and half hours from Fort Worth.
Have you ever had to dial or call 911 at any point in your life?
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I had to call 911, because my crazy, psycho, narcissistic-abuser, ex-boyfriend grabbed me by the back strap of my sports bra, and dragged me down the street. He went to jail, and I grabbed my stuff, and moved.
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My goodness! That must have been horrifying for you. 😲
How does a person come to terms with a thing like that?
Well done for being able to think straight enough in that moment to call the police.
If that is how it ended, I'm glad for you that at least the police did their job and that you got justice and were able to flee safely.
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I guess Im still trying to come to terms with the experience, and all the feelings it stirred up inside me. I feel like I'm definitely more of an introvert since all that stuff happened over four years ago. I gathered up my cat, and most of my stuff, then called a cab company. They sent the owner in a minivan, and he drove me to a little motel. I stayed at the motel a few days while I worked out a plan with a local organization that helps women who are victims of domestic violence.
Within a few days I arranged to travel a few hours back to the Houston area as all of this stuff happened in the wake of Hurricane Harvey so my ex-boyfriend, and I had actually evacuated to his family's place in the country about one, and half hours from Fort Worth.