Originally Posted by diary, 11/6/04
Woke up at 7am to tami slapping me in the head and yelling about my
phone's alarm going off. fixed it. she demanded to know why it was
going off. said I forgot to shut it off. noticed she was blitzed.
at 7. in the morning. so she had been up all night drinking - and i
get to wake up to this. she starts really laying into me about
something - can't fully remember what tho - so i got up and threw on
some pants, walked into the bathroom to get a drink of water, next
thing i know she's on me and punching me in the head. she snagged my
glasses and cell phone, threatening to destroy them. whatever. i am
beyond giving a damn about my posessions at this point. too many have
been destroyed at this point anyway to matter. nothing survives tami.
i stood my ground and refused to acknowledge her or even make a noise,
which apparently was the wrong move because she grabbed the hairdryer,
slamming it into my forehead and knocking me over.
Once on the ground she put her foot on my head and put her weight on
it. thank god for a hard jew head, right? i pulled out from under
that and curled into a ball next to the tub as she continued to punch
me from above all over the head and back and neck, getting more than
a few really good ones in. mostly pretty ineffective. by this time i
was yelling "call 911!" as loud as i could hoping the neighbors could
hear, and the kids woke up and saw what was going on.
she backed off as soon as the kids saw it, and stood in the hallway
telling me that it was my fault, that i had pushed her into it, that i
was to blame for the beating. i swear to god, it was like being in a
lifetime movie of the week at that point. she came back into the
bathroom again, and when I ducked back into a ball she let loose a
really good punch down right through my arms and into my right eye. i
thought it was popped it hurt so badly, but apparently no physical
damage permanently.
she demanded i answer a question: will i let her go to bed and go to
sleep or would she have to take the kids and go to her moms. what.
the. fvck. i still had said almost nothing other than scream in pain
or beg for 911, and she's demanding i stop. wow. i refuse to answer
again. she hits me in the back of my neck this time hard enough that
i felt a tingle run down my back - scared the sh!t out of me and for
the first time in my life i thought i might die there.
finally she takes the kids and leaves. they're begging her not to
take them, to leave me alone and just leave, and she pulls them out to
the car.
i wait for her to pull out, run and grab my prescription sunglasses
and keys, run out to my car and drive straight to harry's bar and
grill, which i have keys for, and called the police at that point. i
met the officer back at the house. he couldn't see any obvious
injuries on me (!!!!!!! what the fvck, i will be sure to include some
pix once i transfer them. you should see my forehead) so he said
"look, you can file a report if you want, but i can't back it up. all
she has to do is " i finished his sentence "say i hit her". yeah.
fuxored again.
but wait. there's a beautiful thing about life - sometimes things
just go exactly right, at exactly the time they need to go right, in
exactly the way they need to.
as I am standing outside, talking to the officer, about to thank him
and send him on his way, TAMI PULLS UP IN THE VAN. the officer talks
to each of us, asking what was going on - she started to make sh!t up
about how i punched her in the face in front of a cop (riiiiight, the
simple record check the officer had already run on me showed that
wasn't true, so she blew her own credibility) and then she says that i
was only saying that in order to make my divorce go my way.
then the officer does exactly what i wanted him to do - he asked the
kids. he pulled chloe aside and talked to her directly. chloe told
him * everything *.
while this was happening, another officer came up. i talked to her a
bit and asked some legal advice on the situation, and then i took the
kids inside. as i came back out they handcuffed tami and threw her
(not too nicely, mind you) into the back of the car.
she's gone. holy sh!t, finally a single parent. that's scary as
fvck. well, i can do it. i have to and i fvcking will do it.
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