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charmedlulu 60F
78 posts
3/19/2006 4:42 am

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8/29/2006 6:54 pm

its called

...I was now also fully aware of the fact that he had searched the web, and found ways in which he could go for his am breathalyser and pass. He found the way to beat the system. The only thing he could not beat was the random drug testing, which could be done at any time, but never were by the police. By early October, he wanted to be released from the daily testing, so he went to his local Doctor, and had a drug screen done on his urine, to get a clearance, which could be presented to the Prosecuting Attorney by his lawyer. I by now knew he had not just a problem with alcohol, but also that he had a problem with use of marijuana. Don’t ask me why, but again, I wanted to do anything I could for him, and hence I gave him my urine for the test. (I never realized because of how well it was hidden from me, the magnitude of his drug and alcohol problem.) He had ordered this nifty little bag, on line, and went off to his Doctor, with my urine in the bag, under his arm pit to clear himself. He couldn’t have cleared it on his own, and the bitter-sweet started registering to me. We had a great big argument about everything, what he was doing, the booze, the drugs, what indeed really happened, her claim to the Domestic Abuse, and forced sex, I didn’t know what to believe anymore, yet he had this way of reeling me in, whenever I doubted. Somehow, this time he changed, he looked vicious, he was angry like I had never seen before...I decided to leave, as I was at his home, I wanted to avoid a conflict, and I could see we did not see eye to eye. He slapped me a good one, and pinned me against a wall. I told him to let me go, but he didn't. I saw such evilness come over his appearance...and he pushed and shoved me, to the bedroom, where again I tried to get away. I saw nothing good in his eyes, they were blank, he was like a man with no soul. Although I can be a tough cookie, I was no match for his strength. I was a mere 5'3', weighing in at about 130 #, and he was 6' 3" and roughly 200# so he easily over powered me. He grabbed me and smacked me, and tied me down to the bed, and then said, "you now will learn what forced sex is".... It wasn't fun, it wasn't nice, it was terror, and hate, and hurtful...he tried to make me suck his cock, but I wouldn't...I clamped my mouth shut, and then he got more angry...and then he just started fucking me. I felt nothing, I guess I just disassociated with everything, hoping it would just soon be over. He suddenly stopped fucking me, and knelt with his knees to the side of my chest, and masturbated himself to orgasm, and aimed it all in my face. He kept me tied, but changed the way I was tied, so I couldn't leave...I just laid and cried, until I dozed off. When I woke, I wasn't tied anymore, and he was asleep, so I got my clothes, but before I could leave, he awakened from his slumber, and asked me where I was going. I didn’t want to talk to him, I just wanted to get out of there. I made some lame excuse that I had to get to work early, and left. He sent me an email and told me, it was cathartic for him, what had happened between us...I wasn't taking his calls, I didn't know what to do. I finally went to his business one day, about a week later, and it was going to be his birthday within a day or I brought him the gifts I had gotten him, and then said I was leaving...I couldn't go on like this I closed the door, and walked away, sobbing all the while....about a month passed, and I got a phone call from him, followed by emails, and they were crazy...again bizarre, accusing me of throwing a brick at his truck, and damaging it...I didn't know what to think...It took a few days, to iron it out, we only spoke on the phone, but apparently he had rekindled his relationship with this woman who had the pending charges against him. Although the PPO was still in place, it apparently was too irresistible for the two of them, and they reunited, in a secret relationship from everyone they knew. I had know idea they had reunited, not until I got this email, and a message on my answering machine. I was so upset. I would never do such a thing, but he believed I would, I was sobbing on the phone, and he told me that was an admission of my guilt...

rm_PurryKitty2 48M/49F
9753 posts
3/19/2006 5:18 am

Sorry you had to experience this.

Purry {=}


hottsicilian01 49M

3/19/2006 5:36 am

This Guy should be castrated a piece of shit is what he is!!!

sedd_gurl 39M/39F
40 posts
3/19/2006 5:47 am

I am so glad you got away from him, is this a for real post.. ?? Im so sorry to hear you went through this. *HUGS* if you need to talk to someone- hit me up..

loadeddice05 44M

3/19/2006 7:02 am

I'm sure all the other women are wondering where they can hook up with this winner??? No man in that guy!! It's all animal! He really needs help?? And maybe you do too!!??

God bless!!

funfun2fun 46M
50 posts
3/19/2006 7:45 am

So, you then put this half nude pic of yourself on the net! Seems like a cure!

charmedlulu 60F

3/19/2006 8:58 am

God I wish, I could say these words were not true...I wish I could say I walked away... Do I need help, yes probably...but if you watch my story, I did try to get help... As for posting my picture...dam straight...I will not live in the shadow any longer.

rm_8t2luze 46M

3/19/2006 8:23 pm

You should live your life. Don't let anyone else tell you different. Why should you be in hiding. take care

CabbyAlgaeDrank 44M
3 posts
8/28/2006 3:23 pm

You are beautiful and should be seen. send me a line if you would like to chat some time... my email is the same at hot/ .mail.

Ive seen you on the boards and always wanted to chat but at the moment I am a basic customer.

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