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As my bruises heal

09 Apr

On Sunday night I left the pier where I’d been sharing some fun photo ops with my friends.  Using light to create hearts around my newly married friends. Laughing, dancing, having a good time.

One of my “friends”, the man I was having to live with, had been drinking all day.  He had been being rude and belligerent all day.  He was still.

I decided to leave. I made my apologies to everyone and headed back to the house.

I was working on school work when he knocked on the door. I let him in, he lived there after all.
I quietly went back to my work when he started verbally assaulting me.

Without saying a word, I quietly got my purse and shoes. As I headed for the door, he asked where I was going.  I calmly replied I was leaving, we could talk tomorrow.

The next half an hour consisted of his locking the only door out, being slammed up against walls, while he spewed threats and profanities at me, twisted my arms and wrists, having my arms repeatedly wrenched back and up towards my ears, being picked up and thrown on the floor over 20 times, being thrown up against walls, strong-armed onto the floor where he put his forearm against my throat while telling me he was 4 times as strong as me and twice my size, repeatedly hit me while telling me it was too easy, held me down with his knee in my abdomen.

Miraculously I was, “allowed” to make a phone call while in the bathroom, where he stood watch as I changed the pants I had peed in, and finished emptying my bladder where he had firmly pressed his knee into it moments earlier.  Afterward, he tossed me across the room again where I begged him to let me go. Then, as I crawled across the floor he picked me up and threw me again, grabbed me by the throat, tightened his grip to the point I couldn’t breathe and began banging my head against the concrete wall.

Caroline came just in time.  As she knocked on the door, he had his hands around my throat, choking me until I was unable to breathe.
I remember thinking if he hits my head one more time against the wall I wasn’t sure if I’d make it.

As he shoved me out of the house, screaming at me, Caroline was amazed at the state I was in and the amount of sweat he showed.

I did nothing, NOTHING to provoke this attack. I did nothing to prolong it. The only words I spoke were “Please let me go”, “we’ll talk tomorrow”, “you’re hurting me”.

Nothing short of someone else’s arrival was going to stop him.  He was planning to kill me.

I tell you this because I need to get it out of me. I need to realize I didn’t cause this, I didn’t deserve it, and he had no right to do it.

And also because I want all of you to be aware.  If you hear anything like this, like my neighbors staring out their windows as my friend came to get  me, DO SOMETHING, don’t just listen.
If you’re in the position like I was, it’s not your fault, press charges, IT’S ASSAULT!

When I was married these things happened because he felt he had the right as my “partner”.  This time it happened, though I refused to be/ wasn’t his partner.

It doesn’t matter the relationship!!! Assault is assault. Period. No-one has the right to hurt you. No-one has the right to keep you locked in a room against your will. (except police) No-one and nothing justifies these actions, ever.

And I write because I REFUSE to be a victim. I will not step back from reclaiming my rights as a human, to not be afraid.

Though the humanitarian in me believes that he also needs help, and for my own well being I need to forgive, I also recognize that forgiveness does not mean tolerance. Forgiveness does not mean allowance, or justification.

And though I know I will be back here, – I strongly feel for the people of this island and their education, – for the time being I need to leave. It will take a while. I need to finish classes so that I can raise money for the trial,  flights, etc.

Who knows where to next, but wherever I go, I will be stronger yet. I continue my journey and get stronger and stronger.

I am a Phoenix, rising brilliantly from the ashes, my tears will heal others, my song will lead heroes.

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7 responses to “As my bruises heal

  1. Valerie

    09/04/2015 at 10:01

    Mari – I ache at your circumstances. My prayers are with you as you go through the memory of this horrific attack. PLEASE, PLEASE come home for awhile and reassess where you want to go to next. You need to get the authorities involved, and keep someone you trust by your side all the time if you can. That person needs serious help. God bless you and keep you safe.
    Valerie

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    • Ms McKahsum

      09/04/2015 at 11:17

      Thank you ❤ I do plan to go home for a bit first. I am safe at the home of the friend that came to get me. I have already gone to the police. Now, I need to finish my classes, raise some funds, and wait for the trial. Thank you again!

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  2. Peter Morin

    10/04/2015 at 04:58

    Please stay safe. Stay close to those that can help you. I will keep you in my thoughts and prayers, that you heal and be well. I wish I were closer to be of help. Peter

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    • Ms McKahsum

      10/04/2015 at 07:35

      Thank you Peter, I truly appreciate your kind thoughts and wishes. I am safe and healing well.

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