Names, and location has been changed to remain anonymous.
Trigger Warning: The content blow is a true story. Some language and the events that happen may not be suitable for some audience.
I was August 15, 2015. I was living with my ex at the time. We been together for 2.5 years. We had some good times and bad time. But admittedly there have been more bad than good. We fought a lot, and it was not a healthy relationship to be in. Being my first long term relationship and fear of being alone; I held on. There were other factors involved. She was manipulative and narcissistic. I kind of could not have gotten out of it. Not only I could not break up with her, but she could also not leave. She had no family in Milwaukee and had no place to go. I later found out she was using me till she found someone better.
We got kicked out of our first apartment a year prior to that August night. Because the violent fights we got into and one day the landlord who lived right above us had enough. The landlord called the police and kicked her out. The following week. I got kicked out of the apartment. We ended up moving with my parents till the day of this story on how I got arrested took place.
We both worked together in a grocery store and we got invited to a coworker’s birthday party. We were fighting for some reason. Probably something stupid as always. She deiced to go to a festival by herself with some other coworkers prior to that. I decided not to go because I needed some space. She came back a few hours later drunk and was ready to go to the party. Again, we were still fighting.
I saw my neighbor who is also my best friend in his car as we were about to leave. I invited him to come with us to the party. My words to him were.
“please come this is going to get nasty”
If I only can see the future of what will happen the following hours. I would have left my car at home. Instead we took 2 separate cars.
There was a lot of things that happen at the party. I wish to not talk about because till this day. It still hurts me. I can not even talk about the fight that got us kicked out of our pervious apartment.
Around 11pm maybe 12am at the party. My ex was wasted. We were in the back yard and I saw her kiss a guy not once but TWICE in front of me.
“What the hell are you doing!” I shouted.
That very moment. I saw a straight line drawn on who my friends were and who my friends weren’t. Everyone except my best friend I invited said. She was not doing anything. I told them.
“She is literally making out with this guy in front of me!”
Everyone but my best friend denied it. That moment. It felt like a glass wall went up around me. I heard nothing anymore, it was as if a bomb went off. I felt alone and isolated. And when I saw her kiss the guy.
The glass shattered and bought be back to reality. Still dazed and confused to what I just witnessed.
My best friend knew the troubles we had in the relationship. He begged me to let her be and leave. My heart was crushed. My heart was heavy. Everything around me started to slow down. I was not drunk. I was not on drugs. I was sober that night because I knew I had to be because something bad was going to happen.
I left the party. And I was walking down the street with my friend to my car. I fell down and started balling my eyes out. I said to my friend.
“I have to go back this is a mistake”
I went back to the party and saw my ex laughing and having a good time. As if nothing happened moments ago. I told her she was too drunk and needs to go with me. She told everyone I was a threat to her and did not feel comfortable going with me. I can assure everyone reading this. I NEVER laid my hands on my ex or ANYONE. But that was the story she was sticking too.
I ended up convincing my best friend who lived across the street from me to take her home. Right before she agreed. We went to talk privately for a minute. The last words I ever heard from her in person were.
“I am going to CRUSH you”
We walked to my friend’s car and I did not say a word. We started heading home. My friend in the lead. I was right behind him. By now its bee about 5 minutes and we are on a relatively busy street. We stopped at a stop light. Suddenly the guy my ex made out with pulled up next to my friend’s car on the left. Seconds later. My ex got out the car and went into his car. I knew she was not getting out at that car and she was going home with him.
I never felt such a wind of emotions sore through my body like this. It felt like an outer body experience. I lost control of my self that moment. Ironically. I had nightmares previous to what was about to happen next.
By now my thoughts were racing a mile a minute. So many negative and horrible thoughts what she is doing in this car, what she did at the party, what I think she did at the party and what she is about to do next.
What felt like minutes of these thoughts rushing through my mind. Was only seconds till I made the decision.
I knew this guy was drinking heavily. I saw him chug a whole bottle of whisky moments before that. I knew he should not be driving a car. Especially the car with the love of my life in! I just wanted to protect her from her drunken body. From the drunk guy she is choosing over me.
Was there jealousy involved in my decision? I would be lying if I said there was not. But my main thought was. I need to stop this car get my ex. Wake her up from this THING she is going through to torment me.
It’s all a mistake. I mean she is drunk after all. I made that choice in I would say maybe 2 or 3 seconds after we approached the stop light, my ex jumping into the guys car and then the light turned green.
Everything around me turned red. I mean I literally saw RED. And that’s when I decide to gas my car and drive my car into the right end of his pickup truck near the rear tire. The plan was to stop the car. Knock out an axle. I was driving a small car and he had an old school steal pick up. My airbags deployed, my car was totaled, and I rushed out the car. All I wanted to do was stop the car. So I thought….
I rushed out the car with a baseball bat I had in the car. I approached the guy. He was mad because I hit him. I was mad because he took my girlfriend. I was about to whack this guy with the bat.
Was that wise to take a bat out during a car accident? Looking back. Absolutely not. Was I still trying to protect her now? At the moment and in those emotions. I did not see no other choice. I needed to get him to stop his manipulation he was using on my ex or girlfriend at the moment.
What happen next probably saved my life. Still in a whirlwind of emotions. I heard
“FREEZE DROP THE FUCKING BAT!”
I looked to the corner of my eye and there was a cop standing across the intersection with a gun pointed at me. He was there the whole time. He witnessed the accident.
I took me a second to drop the bat. I thought. Let me just end this here. Let me swing this bat at this guy’s head and let the cop shoot me dead.
I looked at my friend starring at me in shock in his car. I looked at my ex looking dumb founded, no emotions. And I looked at the guy waiting to see what I was going to do with this bat. Milliseconds felt like 5 minutes went by. The cop order me again to drop the bat again. By now I am hearing more sirens on the way.
I do not know and still do not know exactly what made me change my mind. But I decided to drop the bat.
I dropped the bat and another cop I did not see grabbed me from behind. Slammed me against the truck and put cuffs on me. Immediately whisking me away to the paddy wagon that just arrived. I will never forget the last words I shouted. As my ex leaned against the police car talking to the other cop.
“I hope you are happy you fucking slut!”
Looking through a small window from the paddy wagon. I saw the damage I done. There were about 10 police cars, an ambulance and fire truck surrounding the scene of where I hit the guys truck.
I knew I fucked up. I knew my life was over at that point and I knew I was never seeing her again. But I also knew, I was about to start a long journey from the bottom…
As always. I am happy to hear questions or comments.
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