Mr. M

I was 16 when I met him. I had just gotten out of a very bad relationship with my best "friend". Who decided to cheat on me after he forced himself on me. Yes, he raped me. But until now I haven't really talked about it, except to my friends. I didn't want to let it out to my family due to growing up in such a strict, old fashioned background. My father would have killed him if he knew. Anyways, since I was not looking for a commitment or any type of relationship at all...I didn't think anything would happen when I met Mr. M. It was the end of November and rather cold outside. I only remember this due to when I tried to leave, Mr. M wouldn't let me leave and kept talking to me. So weeks went by and Mr. M and I talked on the phone pretty much daily. Then one day I called him and his mother told me that he was out with his girlfriend. I figured that was that, we had met and that was it. Well, that wasn't it. Mr. M decided to invite me to a new year's eve party that his best friend was hosting. They had rented out the entire ice arena. On went the night and Mr. M decided to ask me out. I naturally said yes. Weeks went by and my friends didn't think it would last.......to tell you the truth, neither did I. Days turned into weeks......weeks turned into months.......months turned into years......and so on. Well, all was very happy at the begining. But my friends warned me that he needed to go. Even my cousin, who I hadn't seen in ages, told me that he wasn't "the one". He came to watch me show my horse with his best friend.....Mr. D, who I will talk about later. And so goes the story. After a couple of years, Mr. M and I were not happy. So I did what any sensible girl would do.......I cheated on him........6 times!!!!!! That's right, I said it......6 times. And with 6 different guys no less. We broke it off, but that wasn't the mistake......the mistake was that I went back to him! Now what was I thinking?? I was "in love". Or I thought I was. Mr. M and I decided to move in with each other. I should have seen the warning signs......we moved out on the first day of spring. Most people from this area know that the first day of spring is pretty wet and rainy. Not for us!! Oh no!! It SNOWED!!!!! So that should have been the first red flag. The second came about a month later when Mr. M came home for lunch, just like he did everyday, and cracked open 4 wine coolers and 3 beers. Now I really didn't think anything of this. But then I started to notice that this was happening everyday and everynight after work too! The drinking didn't bother me very much. It was the violent temper that came along with it. Mr. M knew that I cheated on him. He was always leary of where I was going and who with. But this is natural. I was sincerely sorry and wanted to make things work. So the years went on.......the fighting continued now more often even without the influence of alcohol. I had full beer cans thrown at me. He would "wrestle" with me until I couldn't breathe. One night we went to a party at his best friend's house, which was right next door. He was having a great time like normal getting naked for all the other women but not me, so I decided to leave the party. I was bored and tired. Plus at this point in time I was a full time student and working 2 jobs. I went to leave and one of his "friends" told me to stay out of his business and pinned me against the wall with a chair. By this time I was so scared I didn't know what to do except scream! The police showed up but we had already left the party. All I remember about that night is that I shouldn't be there......at the party or in the relationship at all! I tried to leave him. But of course like a dummy.......I came back. Everything was fine for a while. Too bad he was a jerk and decided to throw me down a flight of stairs which were 3 stories and cement. I still have the scar to prove that one. I remember waking up at the bottom of the stairs thinking that I had never seen my father do that to my mother. Now why was I putting myself threw this? I was "in love". The relationship finally ended 8 years later when I caught Mr. M in a lie. He was more involved with a "friend" of his than I had given him credit for. Now I know, I cheated on him and I should have forgave him for it. But I think I paid my dues with the 8 years of emotional, physical, and sexual abuse that I got. It also helped that Mr. C came into my life. But I will get to him later too. All in all......Mr. M helped me grow as a person if nothing else. So here ends my story of Mr. M. If you want to know more, just ask me. I don't really remember all 8 years......kinda a blur. But I will try. :)