Once, after a particularly nasty argument, I left him. Walked out and didn't look back. I didn't call and took another route to work so I didn't have to pass his house on the way. I was able to stay away for only a few short months, and in that time I met David who felt that beating the hell out of me was a competitive sport. So like most addicts, I ended up crawling back to Ray, because, "hey, he doesn't get drunk and hit me, so how bad is he really?". Dumb call on my part.
For a while after our reconciliation, things were good, until I caught him kissing and groping a mutual friend of ours. At the moment I just walked away, as not to cause a scene, but it really hurt. Was she that much thinner and prettier than me? Why would he do that when he always got so upset when I would even casually look at another man? What was wrong with me?
Obviously, I was the problem. I was not a good enough girl friend and that is why he felt it necessary to cheat on me. It had to be my fault. I didn't mention it for a long time, then one day I did, and I still to this day regret opening my mouth. It was horrible, I had never seen this side of Ray and I had never been so scared in my life. We yelled and agued and fought, then he crossed the line.
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