Post by Carolina on Sept 13, 2014 2:53:25 GMT
I went back last week. After I left, I got hold of my stepson's maternal grandparents. They've been to see him, and they had a second visit where they took him out without his dad. I guess they threatened to take my husband to court for visitation if he didn't let them see their grandson. They told me he (my stepson) was in a state, crying, and saying he missed me. I want to say, they didn't encourage me to go back, just the opposite. They told me to stay safe and promised they are not going to let this go. They are going to continue visiting him at least a couple of times a month and will go to court if they have to. But I just felt so bad. I just wanted to talk to my stepson and hug him and explain things to him face to face. I didn't talk to my husband about this; I went through the grandparents, and they asked him, but he said that he would let me talk to my stepson, alone, during the second visit with his grandparents. Why I believed him, I don't know. He showed up, and he cried, saying all the right things, that he would get help to deal with his anger, to be a better parent to his son, etc., and that our son needed me. I was so stupid. I fell for it.
For a week, everything was great, and then yesterday, without warning, he reverted right back to the way he was before I left. I still, stupidly thought he was serious about changing, and I got very bold and yelled at him. Right in his face. He said he was really sorry.
Last night, he came into our bedroom, didn't say a word. He just jumped on me, pinned me down and hit me across the face with the back of his hand. Then he said if I ever leave him again, he'd make me wish I was never born. I started crying and he knocked me off the bed and kicked me. I didn't sleep much last night because it hurt to breathe, and this morning I woke up to an ugly bruise on my face. He told the kids that I fell off the ladder that goes up into the attic. He made my stepson stay home from school and took my car keys. He smashed my cell phone.
He said before he left for work together might be back at any time, so we'd better not try and leave the house. We live in a somewhat rural area, and pretty much everyone around here works. I thought I'd have to try another time. But just thinking about spending the weekend with him was giving me a panic attack. Then my stepson said to me that he heard everything last night, and he knew I didn't fall off the ladder. He said, please get us out of here. I ran with the kids from house to house until I found someone home, and called the police. He's been arrested. My stepson is with his grandparents. He wanted to come with me and my daughter so badly, but the police said it wasn't a good idea. If I kept my location (and therefore his son's location) from him, he could try to get me for kidnapping. My daughter and I are back in the shelter. I went to the hospital and found out I have a cracked rib, but other than that I'm okay. I can't believe I fell for him. I feel like such an idiot.
For a week, everything was great, and then yesterday, without warning, he reverted right back to the way he was before I left. I still, stupidly thought he was serious about changing, and I got very bold and yelled at him. Right in his face. He said he was really sorry.
Last night, he came into our bedroom, didn't say a word. He just jumped on me, pinned me down and hit me across the face with the back of his hand. Then he said if I ever leave him again, he'd make me wish I was never born. I started crying and he knocked me off the bed and kicked me. I didn't sleep much last night because it hurt to breathe, and this morning I woke up to an ugly bruise on my face. He told the kids that I fell off the ladder that goes up into the attic. He made my stepson stay home from school and took my car keys. He smashed my cell phone.
He said before he left for work together might be back at any time, so we'd better not try and leave the house. We live in a somewhat rural area, and pretty much everyone around here works. I thought I'd have to try another time. But just thinking about spending the weekend with him was giving me a panic attack. Then my stepson said to me that he heard everything last night, and he knew I didn't fall off the ladder. He said, please get us out of here. I ran with the kids from house to house until I found someone home, and called the police. He's been arrested. My stepson is with his grandparents. He wanted to come with me and my daughter so badly, but the police said it wasn't a good idea. If I kept my location (and therefore his son's location) from him, he could try to get me for kidnapping. My daughter and I are back in the shelter. I went to the hospital and found out I have a cracked rib, but other than that I'm okay. I can't believe I fell for him. I feel like such an idiot.