Is this happiness normal?

Hey, he's not actually Donald Trump, just a wannabe.

I dunno who left in this situation, but I guess it was me, because I started walking away from him, then he ran up, grabbed me and dragged me down the road like I was an animal. I ran to his sister's camper, and locked myself inside, then called 911. After he was arrested his mother came back and screeched at me like a demon from Hell! Later that night/very early the next morning I called a local cab company that showed up with an SUV, loaded up all ten of my bags, and took my trusty Siamese cat and me to a local motel. I remember this one neighbor and friend of his family was quite kind to me after the incident, she even called me multiple times, but I stopped taking her calls after I got to the motel, because I was afraid she might try to get me to tell her where I was and then tell him and his family.

The funny thing is that despite all of this I feel heartbroken, rejected and abandoned, because he presented himself to me as one very kind, loving and compassionate person then gradually morphed over the year and two months that we were living together into the awful person who dragged me down the street and, according to the arresting officers, would probably become progressively more and more violent toward me. I feel so stupid, because I've never been in an abusive relationship like this before. I feel like such a fool, and the worst part is that he always played this victim role where he constantly talked about how all of his exes cheated on him and how one supposedly beat him. Now I don't know what to believe. I'm starting to experience chronic headaches, gastrointestinal problems and my myofascial pain has been flaring up a lot lately. I even had a problem about a week ago where I was having chronic nosebleeds that would go on for hours, my family even took me to the ER once and my blood pressure is going through the roof.

I do keep my heart open to animals, especially cats and dogs, quite naturally though. I feel like a shell of my former self. I don't necessarily want to be alone, but I feel like people will turn on me and lash out like angry chimps.