Post by Evie on Aug 16, 2014 7:14:13 GMT
Sorry I haven't replied to everyone on my other post. Still one-armed here. Hopefully for not much longer. I had to go back home early this week to go to court for an extension on the protection order--it was a temporary one. He is out on bail and was there. He kept smirking and winking at me, and at one point he mouthed, "It's not over." Really gave me the creeps. Didn't sleep too well that night. Anyway, I got the order extended for a full year at least.
The next day, I took my brace off to shower and I had developed a huge hematoma on my arm. I went to see my doctor, and he said I'd need surgery to drain it in order to prevent infection. It was just an outpatient procedure, not a huge deal, but good Lord, ouch. Back on narcotic pain medication. Ugh. I feel like a zombie but at least I can sleep for the most part.
We came back to my aunt's yesterday. I finally listened to his voicemails, with a counselor from a shelter here. He sounded very ill in the first five or so--hangover maybe?--and he was crying a lot, saying he just wanted to know where I was. He said his buddy called him and told him what happened, but his brain was "all foggy" and he didn't remember much. Then there were a couple of angry ones, then promises to never have another drink as long as he lives if I just come back. He didn't make any threats against me in any of them. And no calls at all--at least from his phone number--after his arrest. He knew I'd be able to use them against him. He's not stupid, that's for sure. They're all deleted now. I'm glad I waited to listen to them until after court. After the way he behaved there. If I'd heard them before, I'm pretty certain I'd have called him back.
I'm going to see the counselor weekly now. I woke up at 3am this morning from a nightmare where I woke up on the floor of that bar and had braces on both arms. He was there, laughing. I couldn't go back to sleep, just paced for hours, very shaky, with my heart racing. I called the counselor as soon as her office opened and she opened up a spot for me. How nice was that? And I got yelled at (not really) by my Aunt for pacing all alone instead of waking her up. She said if I really want to pace alone, okay, but not to pace alone because I feel badly for waking her. Okay.
Anyway, that's my little update. I hope what my ex said to me was all talk, but we'll just see. I'm glad to have a good-sized (85 pound) dog keeping me company here while my Aunt is at work. That helps.
The next day, I took my brace off to shower and I had developed a huge hematoma on my arm. I went to see my doctor, and he said I'd need surgery to drain it in order to prevent infection. It was just an outpatient procedure, not a huge deal, but good Lord, ouch. Back on narcotic pain medication. Ugh. I feel like a zombie but at least I can sleep for the most part.
We came back to my aunt's yesterday. I finally listened to his voicemails, with a counselor from a shelter here. He sounded very ill in the first five or so--hangover maybe?--and he was crying a lot, saying he just wanted to know where I was. He said his buddy called him and told him what happened, but his brain was "all foggy" and he didn't remember much. Then there were a couple of angry ones, then promises to never have another drink as long as he lives if I just come back. He didn't make any threats against me in any of them. And no calls at all--at least from his phone number--after his arrest. He knew I'd be able to use them against him. He's not stupid, that's for sure. They're all deleted now. I'm glad I waited to listen to them until after court. After the way he behaved there. If I'd heard them before, I'm pretty certain I'd have called him back.
I'm going to see the counselor weekly now. I woke up at 3am this morning from a nightmare where I woke up on the floor of that bar and had braces on both arms. He was there, laughing. I couldn't go back to sleep, just paced for hours, very shaky, with my heart racing. I called the counselor as soon as her office opened and she opened up a spot for me. How nice was that? And I got yelled at (not really) by my Aunt for pacing all alone instead of waking her up. She said if I really want to pace alone, okay, but not to pace alone because I feel badly for waking her. Okay.
Anyway, that's my little update. I hope what my ex said to me was all talk, but we'll just see. I'm glad to have a good-sized (85 pound) dog keeping me company here while my Aunt is at work. That helps.
