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"Oh god What has happened to you" she asked.
" He slapped me"
"What do you mean he slapped you, what happened" again she asks.
"I told him that our relationship wasn't going anywhere and I thought it was best for us to go our separate ways"
"Is this the first time this has happened to you" another question she asks.
"You know I never keep anything from you but this is the one thing I thought I could sort out my self"
I told her all the aspects of my relationship and she could not believe what she was hearing, my abuse has been going on for months now and I didn't think I could tell anyone until now. We had been friends for many years, our parents were friends before we were. We were like sisters, we spent the night in each others houses, we went to the same grade school, the same high school, we shared clothes and sometimes boyfriends. I wouldn't recommend this boyfriend though, a person that is so controlling and demanding of you, and if you do what he wants or asks he beats your brains. I remember the first time I told her about him she sat their and asked me so many questions that it was hard for me to get all the information out to her.
We met each other for lunch as we always did on Thursday afternoons, went to this little restaurant on the west side called "The Shark Bar" where we sat always in the corner both by the exit just in case we saw someone we didn't want to see and we could get up and go. Michelle and I would sit and talk for hours. We would talk about anything that popped into our busy little minds. She was my best friend and their was nothing that we kept from one another, from our dirty little secrets to the sex we had, had the night before. There was nothing that I would not do for her and vice versa.
"Hi sweety, how is your day going?"
"It can be much better", she told me.
"What are we going to eat this week? We have been here so much, I think they should put our names on the menu."
She chuckled and gave me a big smile, "That is so silly, you know even through a rough day you always tend to make me laugh.
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"So what has been going on these past couple of days" she asked.
"Well I met this dude that I'm digging a little"
"Ooh, gossip tell a sister some more"
I sat and told her about this guy named Nick and how sexy he is. I give her all the valuable information, but she still kept asking me questions.
"So, where did you meet this sexy Latino?" she asks.
"Remember, I told I had to go that seminar for my job"
"Yeah, what does the seminar have to do with it" she asked.
"Damn, can you just let me talk and stop asking so many questions"
"I met him at the seminar and we clicked, he asked me if I wanted to go out that night and I said sure"
"Wasn't that a little fast, you hardly know the man and a date already" she said
"Well how am I supposed to get to know him if I don't go out and discover him"
"Have you guys had sex?"
"You moving a little to fast"
Michelle was always supportive in my decisions, in what ever I did. Her and Nick were quite friendly with each other and I thought this was the life for me a man that I love and the friend that loves me. Sitting there after I had told her my escapade, I thought to myself that she was right, I had moved to fast with a man I hardly knew. We had only been with each other for a month before we started seeing each other exclusively which then started leading to the violence.
"What am I going to do? I have to leave him before more things happen to me." I thought. I kinda had a feeling that she would be mad at me for the things that I have been going through, but I called up Michelle anyway and asked her if she would let me stay with her until all of this boils over and I could get my life back.
"Hey you" she said
"I know you are frustrated with me"
"Hell yeah, I can't believe you kept such a secret" said yelled.
"I'm sorry, I thought I could take care of myself"
"You know I will always be there for you, why would you think something like this you could take care of alone" said sounded as though she wanted to come through the phone and strangle me.
"I called to ask if it was ok for me to come stay at your place until things are over with Nick and I don't have to bothered with anymore"
"You know the door is always open" she said sarcastically.
"Thanks, babe you are always there for me"
We hung up as soon as she told me it was ok I grabbed a big bag, packed and left without thinking twice. I was scared, scared that he would come back to harass me, beat me up again or this time maybe even kill me.
A week had past and I didn't hear from Nick at all, I thought it was going well and that he got the hint that things were over and that I wasn't going to be his private punch bag anymore. Until he showed up at my job and made a spectacle pf himself. He stud there in the middle of "The International Bank" and tried to claim his love for me.
"What are you doing here?"
"I love you and nothing in this world is going to stop me from being with you, nothing" he shouted for the whole bank can hear him.
"I told you that this is not going to work, I can't take it anymore"
"I promise to change I will do what ever you want me to, to help me, to help us" he stated.
"I can't do this I love you but, I can't"
"I'll do want ever it takes for us to be together, want ever" he said with his voice sounding agitated.
I tried to walk away and he pulled me close to him, I tried to pull away and his force bring me near, what is a girl to do.
After the episode at the bank I started to forgive him. It may have been a mistake on my behalf but he had changed, he was less demanding and controlling and he had not laid a hand on me. We got back together. We shared many of nights where we would talk and reconcile all the differences we've had. It thought things were great but, she didn't.
Michelle told me that I was stupid and that she was ashamed of me, that after the things I had been through that I could do better. She explained to me that I was a better woman and that she was going to whether, I liked it or not help me to see that Nick was nothing but trouble.
A couple of months had past and I saw that the life Nick thought out for us was just a dream he had. Things were headed in the wrong direction, he was going back to the old ways except for the abuse but I knew that was soon to come. I told Michelle once again all the thing we had been through and she told me...I told you so.
One night, I sat and contemplated about all the aspects of my relationship. "Do I deserve for a man to treat me like crap?" "Can things be different in my life?"I realized that it was really the end for him and I. I packed all of my belongings and left for good.
I took all of Michelle's advice. I am the perfect woman, I can do better, I am a educated latina. She has help me through ruff times but this was ruff. After I left Nick that "Dear John" letter with no forwarding address I think he realized this time that I was serious and that him and I could never work it out and live his fairy tale. Each and everyday I thank Michelle for helping me to see that life is about me, with that I change my world for the best of me.