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| 19-5-2011 - Assault. | My mood while writing this blog:emotional. |
I got pregnant at a young age and had a miscarriage, I got pregnant again 2 months afterwards with the same guy. He is half indian and half russian. He is not religious but his parents are highly religious. It was a difficult relationship due to the fact his family didnt like me and my family didnt really like him.
After about 6 months in our relationship things got really violent, but we have always had problems throughout the continued time together. I was having a difficult time being a good daughter to my parents because he was controlling everything I did. I had certain rules in which i had to obide. One night I was kicked out of my house and the only place I felt i could go to was my boyfriends.
When i had arrived at his house, he wanted to go for a walk first. He was mad because I had a male friend, which was in the rules, i wasnt allowed to talk to the opposite sex and certain females he didnt want me to talk to. He didnt like that and he made me sit on a park bench while he repeatily hit me. I was crying the entire time, and ended up with black guys, and fat lips. After he was done, he felt sorry and hugged me and still wanted me to stay at his house. I had no where else to stay so i told him i would just walk back and sleep at the school but he insisted because he felt guilt. Loving him i agreed. That night, we cuddled and slept like nothing had happened. But before sleeping, i cried, which he didnt know i did.
Each morning, i woke up before his parents and him, to get dressed and leave to take the bus to school where he would meet me in our class. at this point i didnt have money so he gave me bus tickets. everyone would look at me at school and wonder what happened. they all believed it was him, but we told people otherwise. That night i had work so i worked and after work i went home, and threw rocks at his window so he could let me in the house because we were hiding from his family. this went on for 3 days and on the third day, my steo dad called the police and i was made to go home, and the police charged him with assault, and a few other charges. i didnt want these charged on him so i lied about everything to the police. we werent allowed seeing each other but we didnt care, we loved each other. we did everything we could to see each other.
A month or so later, i found out i was pregnant the first time. He was saying i had to get an abortion. I really didnt want to because when you become pregnant, you automatically have a bond with your unborn child.
I had just started birth control before i found out i was pregnant. i was going for blood tests everyday because i had just gotten `what i thought was my period`. the doctors thought it was a miscarriage so blood was drawn every day to see the hcg number. it was going down but to be certain we set an ultrasound date to see what was going on. When i had the ultrasound, the technician said nothing was there, and i cried, and my boyfriend hugged me. but inside i know he was happy.
In december i had a dispute within my family, so i went and stayed with my dad for a month over the course of christmas and the new year. in january i got into criminal trouble for defending myself which was turned into an assult charge to myself. my dad didnt want me in his house so i was sent to a shelter. this shelter was the average crack house which i was scared about. when i got there, i called my boyfriend, he didnt know anything because we werent talking the day before. he brought me shampoo and conditioner and soap that i asked him to borrow until i could pay him back. but still he was support to me.
Being in the crack house for 3 days, i got accepted into a teenage shelter for the ages of 16-21. i fit in right away. i got along with everyone. i felt safer in this shelter too. while i was in this shelter, i found out that my letter to get the charges against my boyfriend, were dropped. from then i went to his house every weekend morning as early as i could, and his parents were fine with it. it was one of his brothers that didnt like that i was over. he got mad one day and i didnt want the family to fight so i stopped going over.
soon enough i got onto ontario works, which is just like welfare, and i found a room to rent. my boyfriend and his mother helped me take my stuff from the shelter to my room. with my first cheque, i went a bought a cellphone and gave him $100 for his phone because i previously had ripped his expensive shirt and broke his phone which he just used to listen to music, it wasnt even registered for calls or texts or anything. basically i was always giving him money because he blamed me for his family having to spend money on a lawyer, when it was his choice for assaulting me.
once he got his phone, he had changed, he made it a rule where i wasnt allowed to touch his phone but he was allowed to go through my phone. i didnt get why this was the case. but i followed my rules, because he was the only one in my life because i had cut my friends and family off.
a few days after moving in, i went and had a pregnancy test. he came to the doctors but was so into his phone he didnt even want to come into the room with me to hear the news. the test came up positive, which is now my current pregnancy.
he kept telling me how i was going to have an abortion. i kept saying yeah to shut him up, but he got mad, and left before the blood test. ever since this day, we havent been going as well as i had hoped.
my boyfriend had through out these times attacked me multiple times trying to hurt me and control me into doing what he wanted me to do. we had always made arguments because he would set up abortion days at clinics to get rid of the baby but i would never go.
since i was being attacked so many times, my grandma offered for me to move in with her. being here a few months i feel safer.
we still talked but it wasnt everyday. but when we did and when we were on good terms, we slept on our headphones to sleep and being able to hear him sleep and pretend he was next to me, made me feel even safer. when i was with him before, sleeping with him, he would always hug me to sleep and rub my hair and i always missed that.
a few weeks ago, he was msging me and saying how if his parents ever found out, because they are heart patients and if the found out they could have a heart attack, they if the did get hurt, he didnt care about jail, that in 72hrs, my heart will stop beating and so will his because he would be ashamed of hurting his parents. i forwarded these msgs to my mom who had saved them. he also sent a goodbye msg for the baby so the baby would know he wasnt ready to be a father.
today i had a court date to set a trial for my case so i can get the judge to believe i was defending myself. my ex said he will come over to talk to me. (btw, i know i said boyfriend throughout this, its just easier to understand, but hes been an ex for a few months now) so he came over with his friend. we were in the living room watching the cd i had gotten from court. a few days ago i got a new phone which is the same phone he has, that he told me i wasnt allowed to get. i always kept it in my bra because if i go out, no one can get the phone there. he got mad it was there, so i took it out and put it beside me. i sat up to take the cd out of the dvd player. i guess i forgot to put it on lock and he had it and wouldnt give it back. since we had been broken up, i had guys on it. in my eyes im allowed to have guy friends.
he told me to go upstairs and he guided me towards my room. even if i wanted to run, he wouldve made it so i obliged to him.
once in my room he closed the door, and kept pushing me to my bed as he continued to go through my phone. each time i tried to stand up, he would again push me. after a few times, he grabbed me by my hair and pushed me to the bed, resulting in a clump of hair in his hands. then getting up from the bed again, he started to hit me. my first instinct is to crawl into a ball and to cover the baby. yelling at me that im a whore and a slut for talking to guys while im pregnant, he continued to try and hit my stomach. hitting me with my phone, kicking me all over and also punching.
at once point he put the phone on my dresser and was grabbing my legs so he could try and straddle me so he could have clear way to my stomach. i tried everything i could to cover the baby. over and over again i heard many words, i know i dont deserve. 10 minutes of hitting and kicking happened. but the entire time i am screaming on the top of my lungs and yelling for help because his friend is still downstairs. his friend starts to yell up, `what are you doing, dont kill her, i dont know what to do`. his friend then starts to come upstairs but this doesnt stop the hits. he tells his friend to calm down. he keeps grabbing my mouth and telling me not to scream or he will strangle me. while in the midst of telling me one of these times, his friend opens the door, and was asking him what he was doing. he had taken my phone apart and they were about to leave and while trying to leave, they kept asking me if id call the cops or contact him any further. i just kept saying for them to leave me alone, give me my items and to leave. he put my items infront of me, because i am still in a ball screaming. he rubs my hair and kisses my head, then kicks me one last and hard time.
him and his friend run downstairs. hearing them ring the front doorbell i figured they left so i went to lock the door. he was still putting on his shoes. i kept asking them to leave and he said i was acting brave and he would hurt me again. he then comes up the stairs and i run to the couch to crawl into a ball. his friend tries to grab him and i yell to his friend, ' youre not a boy if you would let him do this.' i guess i shouldnt have said this because they both kept yelling at me about them being brothers -_-
they ran to the car, i locked the door and ran up the stairs to try and see the license plate, but i couldnt see. i tried another window and still was not successful. i ran to the kitchen to grab a pen and paper to write it when they drove off, but he drove to fast.
first thing i did was call my mom, who only dropped me off 30 mins earlier. she advised to call 911. i did so and they were on there way and so was my mom and grandma. im red all over. the ambulance takes me to emerg. while in emerg, it took 3 hours to see a doctor just to make sure the baby was okay. he is fine and moving around, i just cant feel him. leaving the hospital i then had to go to the police station to do a video report.
when i got there, they advised he was in custody in the prison over night because he had court the next day for a bail herring. they cant really continue to hold him because he is a youth. but since he has had this happen before, they were going to hold him over night. they also told me his brother in law was going to bail him, which means his parents wouldnt find out. but i really wish they do find out. his charges were, threats-due to the texts, and the verbal in my room of strangling me, confinement- when he wouldnt let me leave my room, and assault. they couldnt do assault to the baby because the situation is a toss up.
i go in and have my statement recorded. i assure them i am scared for future passings. he has his conditions, but other people can do it for him or he could do it himself.
after i was about to leave this police station, they asked me to go take pictures of the bruises that had appeared at a different police station. tired, i just wanted to get home. but i went and had the pictures taken.
im home now. but im still emotional. im always going to love him, and i worry, even now, like is he okay, is he warm, what is he doing in the cell. i feel sorry but at the same time i know he needs to be in there. he thinks i dont love him, but i really do. all i ever wanted was for him to step up so we could be a family. i guess i couldnt get that. but ill be a great mother and father to my son.
i hope everything with him in jail is fine, but i will always worry and continue to worry. i shouldnt because of what hes done. but i always picture the good times rather then the bad, and they make this so much harder.
im in so much pain but i cant sleep because i fear for my grandmas safety, so i plan on staying awake all night and sleeping when i know shes at work and safe.
i think ill be fine, but i worry about others more then myself.
i hope this helps woman out there who are scared, but getting the help we need is what we should do. it may hurt for a little but someone new and better will come around.
i myself feel a relationship is to reproduce when youre ready. ive already reproduced, so i dont need to find another man to replace him. ill be happy with my son.
thanks everyone,
Victoria - age : 18
19 weeks pregnant.