I couldn’t breathe; I frantically tried to remember what was below me, what I would land on if he was successful, and was fairly sure that it was gravel and an assortment of rocks. After further altercation within the apartment which was recorded in the background of the 911 call, he sprinted out of the apartment, across the parking lot, and climbed into his SUV that he had left running the entire time. He sped off at about 50 mph through the apartment complex. After the cops left and the other girl went to clean herself up, I walked out onto the balcony where everything had happened, sat down on the steps, and sobbed. In addition, the judge extended my protective order from the original one year to two years. His lack of remorse was obvious in his decision to immediately return to work as a teacher and coach without disclosing his charge after he was released on bail, in his decision to stare my family down in the courtroom, and in his family’s blatant and rude treatment of me in court.I felt the railing start to give away against my left hip thinking that we were both going to go over if it snapped. Yes, he was so drunk that he couldn’t speak, but he drove. What makes his family’s behavior even more alarming is that a 911 call was found where the defendant’s father was allegedly drunk and allegedly beating the defendant’s mother demonstrating that this may be a family dynamic and learned behavior.Perhaps I excused behavior that shouldn’t have been excused, but I had just become so accustomed to accepting it. He was in her face, yelling at her, and my internal alarm went off. Every time I put my hand on my hip or pulled my jeans on for a month, the immediate pain reminded me of what he had left behind.No, I shouldn’t have accepted the way he spoke to me when he was angry at me or the way he accused me of talking to my ex behind his back (the irony of which I was about to find out). I told him “You need to leave NOW” and put out my arm to stiff-arm him if he tried to get in the apartment. I had been standing in the doorway to prevent him from rushing into the apartment, trying to make my 5’9” frame as big as possible compared to his 6’1”. He eventually pled guilty to assault and battery which was reduced from the original felony charge of strangulation with wound.
And with every court date that I “won” and he “lost,” my confidence began to build until there was no doubt in my mind that he would pay in some capacity for what he did.I’m a nice person, but I don’t let people mess with me and I call them out on their BS.I’m a normal college graduate getting ready for the next chapter. I whipped around and stood with my back against the door and my hands on the doorknob behind my back, my body lurching forward from the impact with every bang as he continued to pound on the door.I fought with everything I had to prevent being portrayed as a drunk, blonde slut or a crazy ex trying to seek revenge.They tried to craft the story that he had strangled me in self-defense because I had attacked him first. Then where was his bruising and why did he run away when I called 911? Yet I was the one subjected to harassment by his lawyer because I didn’t know that it would have been a good idea to have a lawyer at a protective order (restraining order) hearing.