Ladies, I need to vent..😕

Just prepare yourself for a long ass story.

In October of 2016, I began dating a guy. I was 18 at the time and he was 19. Things were so great at first. I thought I had found a good guy. I bragged about him to all my friends and family. My family absolutely loved him, and so did all my friends. I was treated like a princess. We were young, but we were in love. Or so I thought.

In March of 2017, after missing my period and experiencing flu-like symptoms, I took a pregnancy test. I just knew. Sure enough, two pink lines popped up. My heart sank. It was not quite my 19th birthday, and I hadn’t even been out of high school for a year. I was terrified. I never wanted children, and now I was having a baby with a guy whom I had only been in a relationship with for 5 months. We were still basically getting to know one another! Although I was scared, he was incredibly supportive and we stayed together throughout the pregnancy. He ended up proposing to me on Mother’s Day, and of course I said yes.

On December 21st 2017, our daughter was born.

Everything was bliss until March of 2018, when our daughter was 3 months old. I noticed my boyfriend had become distant, and started staying out late and coming home drunk every night. I said nothing and left it alone. He was a good dad after all, and would wake up in the middle of the night with our daughter and gave me every opportunity to have a break, which I was grateful for.

I ended up finding messages between him and his ex trying to establish a 3 some with some other girl I didn’t know. I also went onto his Facebook messenger and discovered he had made an entirely new account that I didn’t know about and it was full of women in his messages, with very lewd and sexual messages to them. (Many of the girls didn’t even reply to him, or told him to leave them alone. PIG doesn’t even have game 🙄)

To keep things short, I woke him up and confronted him, and he ended up admitting to it, apologizing profusely, promising it would never happen again. He said he had loved me, and made a mistake. We separated for a few days, and I stayed with my mom, but I ended up taking him back.

As much as I wanted to badly to have our family, I finally left him in August of 2018, and never went back.

Shortly after our split, my daughters dad got heavily into drinking, and cocaine. He stopped seeing her every day, and it turned into a few times a week, to even less, and less.

I think it was quite possibly one of the hardest times of my life. What could possibly be any better than just to be with your child? What is so important that it takes precedent over watching your child grow, learn to walk, learn to talk, and get smarter with every passing day? How could you choose drugs and alcohol over this beautiful little girl that we made TOGETHER? How could you go from being an amazing father who loved his child to just not giving a shit? His drug and alcohol problem became so bad that I stopped allowing him to see her. The first time he showed up for a visit and smelled like tequila, and obviously drunk, I was done. I was not going to ruin his daughters outlook on him, and I demanded he get sober, and would not be allowed to come get her until he stopped drinking. I ended up getting a lawyer and our custody case opened. It was a very long, grueling 7 months.

Fast forward to March 31, 2019, quite possibly the scariest day of my life. My daughters dad had actually let up on the drinking, and seemed like he was getting his life together. Or so I thought. It was about 11 am, and her father called to see her. She was sleeping, so I said give me an hour and you can come by. He agreed.

Maybe ten minutes later, I got a knock at the door. I looked through my peep hole, and there was a thumb covering the hole. I instantly knew it was him. And something was not right with him. The whole thing seemed very fishy to me so I didn’t answer the door, and locked it. After a few more moments, he rang my doorbell consecutively for several moments straight. I became very uneasy and nervous. There was definitely something off with him. He began banging on the door very loudly, and then it just stopped. I had thought he had left, and I was gathering my thoughts. I went to my daughters room to make sure the banging had not woken her.

That’s when I heard the doors to my balcony fly open. He had climbed the third floor of my balcony, and was now coming into my house screaming, “Where is he!! Where are you hiding him?!” He was in my face screaming and spitting. I had no idea what he was talking about. I really didn’t have any time to react, and then he punched me in the side of the face. I fell to the floor and everything was ringing. I was in complete shock. Why was he doing this to me? I was extremely light headed, and began crawling on the ground. He threw himself on me and punched me in the face again, on the other side. At this point I was screaming for help. My roommate had heard what was going on, and ran out of her room. My ex picked up a folding chair and held it up in front of him pointing it at her, and that’s when he pulled out the huge kitchen knife from his pocket. I managed to get away, and ran to my daughters room, and shut and locked her door, and tried to call the police. I scooped her up in my arms and started to call 911. My daughter woke up as soon as I picked her up, and sending my urgency, began to cry.

Then the door busted open. My ex rushed through the door, and threw me on her toddler bed, with my daughter still in my arms. I rolled over on top of my daughter in an attempt to protect her, and then I started receiving blows again. In the back of my head, anywhere in my face or head area that he could hit. He began trying to jab me with his knife, but I had a thick hoodie on and I it helped. Regardless, I was cut deep on my cheek, and there was a 14 inch cut down my torso, but no blood. The entire ordeal seemed to last for hours. I was crying, screaming, pleading for him to stop. My daughter was screaming. Her whole body was shaking. I thought this was it. This is how I am going to die. He’s going to kill me and our sweet, innocent little girl.

After some time, a man came through the door, and took my ex by surprise, and managed to get him off of me. Somewhere in the scuffle, my ex managed to get hold of our daughter and fled with her. He ran so fast that he ran out of his shoes. He ran out of my apartment complex, and either drove away with her or had someone drive them off, because when I ran outside with 911 on the phone, there was no sign of them.

Police and an ambulance soon showed, and took our statements.

About 10-15 minutes later, he called and turned himself in, and I was able to get my daughter back, and he was arrested.

The next day, I ended up filing for emergency custody and getting a protection order against him for both me and my daughter. He was originally charged with Child Abuse, Child Endangerment, Breaking and entering, terroristic threats, and domestic assault with a deadly weapon. He spent 20 days in jail and then bonded out. At his arraignment in June, all charges against him were dropped, except the breaking and entering, and the domestic with a deadly weapon was just charged as domestic abuse. Total bullshit.

At his sentencing on August 15th he was sentenced to 90 days jail, and was credited for 20 days already spent. Yet, he still gets out on Monday due to good time.

It hurt really badly that he got off the hook so easily. I truly feel like me and my daughter never got justice.

After the attack, I ended up with one black eye, a broken nose, a fractured jaw, and a concussion. My little girl, fortunately, was unscathed, but extremely shaken up and traumatized. The physical abuse does not even compare to the emotional trauma and anxiety I have now due to the attack. It is an absolutely every day struggle.

After the protection order for my daughter was lifted in June, the judge granted him visitation. Wednesday’s, 4-7, every other Saturday and Sunday, 8-5. I wanted to get his visits supervised, but because the assault wasn’t “directed towards our daughter” I couldn’t get them supervised. SUCH BS. Our next court date is October 11 and that is when our permanent custody order will be put in place. I am absolutely terrified that the judge will give him more visitation. I should never have to be scared for my daughter to spend time with her father. Yet I am. He had no consideration for her safety when he did what he did. He was not thinking of her well-being, or how it would affect her.

This news article is describing the events is NOTHING compared to what actually happened.

PLEASE.

My child’s father and I weren’t together at the time of the attack, but he never hit me before this. He would yell in my face, call me worthless, and do everything EXCEPT hit me. Until one day, he finally did.

Here’s a few pictures of my sweet baby girl to lighten your day.😊