35. We were arguing and he started to grab me by the arms and throw me against the wall and to the ground. After maybe the 7th or 8th time of him throwing me, he carried me by my arms to my room and threw me onto the bed. Then, he pinned me down and started choking me. I had tried to get away before it happened, but he grabbed my face and shoved me down. I started to see flashes of black and white. I don’t remember how, but I managed to get my feet under him and onto his chest and was able to push him off me. He was my boyfriend at the time. I couldn’t believe someone who claimed to love me could do something like that. Now every time I feel even the slightest bit of not being able to breathe I picture his face. And to make matters worse, he stalked me for like 8 months after I broke up with him.
He also told me if he would’ve gone through with it, he would’ve burned my house down with me in it.
36. My dad was choking me and I had started to feel myself fade when my mom had finally come home and opened the door right on time.
37. I posted this story already a long while back. But basically, I worked in a jail and a guy from a 1%er biker gang tried to pay $10,000 to have me killed because he somehow got the idea that I was the fed who busted him and was mereley pretending to be a jailer so I could spy on him (don’t do meth kids.)
The guy was bragging about it and one of the other inmates who I had saved from a heart attack with first aid didn’t like that so he beat the living shit out of the guy and then told me about it. Phone call recordings confirmed that he had promised the money to two guys if they shot me in the back of the head while escorting him to court and busted him out. Federal Marshals rolled them up and on his way to court I whispered to him “your friends won’t be joining us” when we got to the planned ambush point, instead of a bond hearing he got charged for trying to have me murdered and organizing an escape.