My Boyfriend Cheated On Me And Abused Me, So I Shot Him

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We were not living together, but he knew where my spare key was. Sometimes when I was at work, he’d let himself into my apartment and wait for me to get home. I told him to stop doing that, as it made me uncomfortable. Once when he thought I was at work, he let himself in thinking I wouldn’t be home until later. I didn’t work that day because I was called in on my day off. My manager worked for me that day, but I decided to get some groceries early before the Super Bowl people mobbed the place later on.

I came home and started putting everything away when I noticed his shoes in the middle of the floor. I was getting ready to fuss at him because I almost tripped over him and I told him not to come in when I wasn’t there when I heard a woman laughing. I gave him the benefit of the doubt because it sounded like his sister, but I couldn’t deny that it sounded like my friend Jeanette.

I opened the door to my room to found her with her shirt off and her hand down his pants. He was unhooking her bra. By the time they noticed me, her bra had fallen to the floor and they couldn’t deny what was happening. I walked away because the last thing I wanted to see was them trying to explain themselves while trying to get dressed.

She came out first, holding her bra behind her back as if that would make it easier for me. She apologized profusely and kept saying it just happened. I told her if it had just happened, they wouldn’t have been slowly undressing each other and giggling about it. Also, it just happening doesn’t make it better. It just lets me know they both have no self-control but hey, thanks for lying about it!

She sulked and left. Then he came in and I didn’t want to talk to him. He put his hands on my shoulder and I pulled away. I didn’t look at him, I just told him to get out and never come back. He kept saying it was one mistake and that we shouldn’t end this over it. I told him I highly doubt this was the first time and even if it was, cheating is a deal-breaker. It always has been and it always will be.

He wouldn’t leave. He kept saying he wasn’t going to let me end something just because I was upset, so I told him to leave again. He again insisted that he was not going anywhere. I opened the door and told him if he doesn’t leave I’m calling the police. Again, he said he wasn’t going anywhere.

I picked up the phone to call the police and he took the phone and pushed me against the wall. He then threw that phone across the room, where it shattered into pieces. He started getting angry and said I wasn’t listening to him. He kept saying it wasn’t over and I needed to calm down. Yeah…I needed to calm down while he throws things across the room.

I told him to get away from me, but he kept pulling me by my arm and throwing me where he wanted me to be when I would move. I wasn’t going to be tossed around like a rag doll. I wasn’t going to feel my head against the wall like I did with my last relationship. I pushed him and told him to get away from me. I ran to my bedroom to get the other phone. He again took the phone, but this time he hit me.

I reached into the drawer and pulled out my gun. I took the safety off and told him to get out. He hesitated a little, but he came toward me again and I shot him in the shoulder. I know a lot of people see someone as short and scrawny as I am and think I only have a gun to intimidate people. No. I have it to shoot people who I need to shoot. He wasn’t the first person I shot.

When the bullet connected, he dropped the phone. It slid close enough for me to grab it and call the police. Jeanette came running back when she heard the gunshot and couldn’t believe what she saw. She knew I had a gun but didn’t know it was a real gun. Suddenly she started screaming as if I had shot her and jammed my finger in the wound.

My neighbor also came running in trying to see what happened, nosy son-of-a-bitch he always was. The police came and questioned my neighbor, Jeanette, and my ex. He saw the bruises on my arms from him grabbing me and the cut his nail made when he slapped me. It wasn’t a slap as much as it was a backhand. The ambulance came and took him away. I pressed charges and yadda yadda yadda. Who cares about the litigation part?

I removed both of them from my lives. I don’t need a friend like Jeanette in my life. I didn’t need a man like that either. Two weeks into what we agreed was an exclusive relationship and he already had his dick in another woman. I am not the type of person who blows it off as just a mistake. I don’t see sex with another person as a mistake. It was a choice he made knowing what he was doing and who he was doing it with.

Both of them have made their efforts to contact me. Both of them have been ignored. I’m not the person who hides behind the words, “They should get a second chance,” or “Maybe they’ll change.” If they change then that’s great but I still don’t want them around because I still don’t trust them. I only keep people I can trust in my life. Thought Catalog Logo Mark

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