It started with a slap one drunken night. Every drunkfest after, the beating got worse.
One night he came home and beat me up bad. He went to bed, while I cried in the kitchen with ice packs on my face.
I decided that was enough. I grabbed Sara, my two year old daughter, & put her in the car seat. I gathered some clothes for her & me.
I went back into the bedroom with a ball bat and started beating the shit out of the bastard.
He came to, and lunged out of bed at me. I popped him under his left ear- really hard with the bat. I heard a cracking thud, & he went down.
I moved 2000 miles away & got divorced. I found out from my friend/ neighbor that Dave spent a lot of time in the hospital, and had to have plastic surgery.
You know what? I don't care!
Girls- if your man beats you- get an escape bag ready. Save some money, and remember the bastards have to sleep some time.Get out quick!!!


