Ugghhh! I'll be ratchet with y'all.
This was my first real boyfriend.I was 16 and he was 18 about to be 19.Anyway, I met him on Halloween while trick or treating and his house is one of the ones that we stopped at, said I was cute and that he wanted my number. He lived 3 blocks from me so we decided to meet up one night. First night we meet up ad I give him a hug I feel something heavy in his pocket, turns out its a gun and he always carries one with him because "ppl are after him".
He explians how he used to live a life of crime, sold drugs, and how he moved from his town to my town to get away from it all. Hes a good kid at this point in time, goes to church, is a great boyfriend, and goes to school. Well, Im an even greater girlfriend (not trying to toot my own horn, im serious) and he starts to really like me to the point where he feels like he loves me. Im like wtf we've only been going out for two months, CHILL! He chills on telling me, but still feels this way. Becomes super clingy and I just cant take it. I try to break up with him and he says dont do this to me and almost cries. I say ok and dont break up with him. I strategically broke up with him when I knew my phone number was going to change. I leave a message and say I cant do this anymore and the next day my number changes. He chills out in front ofmy house and ish and I get scared, but never go out when hes around cause I dont know what he can do.
Fast forward three years I spot him on Fb and friend him. We catch up and he says he wants my number, Im like NOO. He says please, I wont bother you. I give it, He calls me within 5 minutes. Talks about how he knew God was going to bring us back together and how Im the love of his life and how he wants to fly me out to see him. (That clingy ish never left him) I keep telling him to chill but he doesnt get it. Blah blah blah, he confides all his deepest worries and thoughts into me and I say chiill Im not the one who you should be talking to. Says hes been dreaming about death and feels like hes going to die. I say chiillll son I cant do this (lol) I tell him to go to therapy and leave me alone.
Next thing I know on FB it says "R.I.P to _____ who died in a tragic shoot out with the Atlanta PD." I cry because he confided in me that he felt like death was upon him and I didnt do ANYTHING! I feel depressed for weeks and ask the person who continues to post on his pg about what to him and his death. They give me all the info I ask.
Months pass and someone posts on the F.B "_____ has been resurrected, welcome me back!" Within an hr I get a call and the first thing this nigrum says is "I thought you didnt love me, but I can tell you love me now." I call this young man crazy because he did all of this to see if I loved him. wtf! I curse him out explain how his "death' has effected my studies and personal life in general. I hang up and make a fb status about him then delete it. He finds out somehow and starts writing statuses about me abotu how hes going to kill me and for everyone to prepare my wake. This goes on for weeks and weeks and I finally have to fil a restraining order cause I feel scared. I tell him to leave me alone and that I filed a restraining order and he says "Do you think a restraining order is going to save you when I have a gun in your face?" He says when he comes back to my current state hes going to get me. IDK if I believe him, but I know hes good for it. Hes been to jail for shooting someone before, terrorism, and etc.
All of this happened past us breaking up, his parents died, hes displaces, hes been to jail numerous times, and now he has tattooes all over his body even his face. Damn.
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MinnyMiss16 wrote:
I really had no words. I just didn't know how to deal with that type of situation. He would call her all types of obscenities. Verbally attack her tell her she has become unattractive how she doesn't excite him and he needs to talk to her like a piece of sh*t and its her fault he is making her feel like this. She told me he would come home from work and he would tell her open her legs and be a good hoe 
She would tell him no and he would punch her in her mouth, legs, chest, arms till she turnt black and blue then force himself on her and rape her. I was like you should've ran and she said he said if she left he would find her and kill her and her entire family so she just stayed. I asked did see you any signs before she was like no none at all. She said when he was done beating her up he would say now go wash your nasty ass. She would lock herself in the bathroom for hours and when she got out he would beat her up again. He choked her one time so hard she blacked out. All this abuse was right in front of his little girl. She said sometimes he would tie her up in ropes (the ones you use to carry a mattress on top of a car) and repeatedly rape for hours till her vagina bleeds. I couldn't take what she was telling me it made me sick to my stomach like I couldn't believe she was going through that. 
move lets go NOW!! Forget the rest. She like I need all my documents and stuff I'm like grab them all lets go. I'll be damn if he tries to kill me because someone will die today and it wont be me. We finally make it downstairs to the car and I take off like a bat outta hell pumping the gas. She has on shades a hoodie as we are approaching the highway she sees his car getting off she's like oh my goodness that's him. I just keep driving. When we get to my house this dude is blowing up her phone talking about how he wil have everyone killed if she doesn't come back. I'm like call the police dummy she's says no he knows people that knows people and I know he will hurt my family. I'm like what type of dude is this does he know the mafia or something. I can hear him sceaming over the phone I take it and turn it off. Saying crap like "I have guns that will slice your family in half and leave holes in you the size of basketballs bring your ass home now." I'm like WHAT THE HELL!!!! This dude cray....
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