Postby 4EverMe » Thu Nov 07, 2013 4:14 am
One thing I could never forget was when I was about 6 mos pregnant, and my husband, of the time, was twice stabbed in the throat.
No, I didn't miscarry. (thank God) My ex almost died in front of me though.
He and I were made managers of a homeless Mission shelter. One of the jerks who resided there had a problem with the fact that two people were running the place who were much younger than he. He voiced that we were also caucasian, but what he hated taking over if my husband left for any reason. Rumours went around that he'd kill us...
One night, he and another guy planned out a scenario to take my husband down. One was to distract. The other was to attack. They didn't care that I was close to birth, nor that my husband of the time was close to fatherhood.
Hmm. I wonder where my ex gathered superhuman strength that night. He dropped the a**, who stabbed him in the throat like a sack of limp potatoes. The other guy didn't do a thing, after watching this. My husband of the time didn't kick his butt. Guess you could say he 'put the fear of God into him.' He straddled him, screamed in his face, (spittle flying) and let him know what he could do to him. After a minute or so, he let the jerk go-- who went sprinting like a little sissy boy!
Interestingly, it all happened so fast that everyone thought my ex had been punched, NOT stabbed...He would be stabbed in the throat a second time.
My ex went to minding his own business. He had shown some mercy, and figured it was all over...
Nooo. Little coward-boy, approached from out of nowhere to stab him again! And again, my ex dropped his saggy pants-gangster-a** to the concrete. Basically, it was a repeat of the same. No one knew he had been stabbed. It looked like a sucker punch to the throat. Yes, my ex quickly dropped him like he weighed five pounds. But, that time, when Mr. Knife was laying beneath my ex, I punched the wide-eyed sucker squarely in the forehead! (We found out later that he had a goose egg so big, that he used it to try and say my ex whacked him with a golf club)! LOL!
When my ex finally released him, he went running off again. The other guy ran also. My ex was so worked up, and this caused naturally caused his heart to race...The blood trickled slowly at first. Someone said" Hey, man, you're bleeding!" Thank God there was a man there with a car! We raced to the E.R. I was so scared that I couldn't cry. I was trying to keep my ex calm, because the blood was gushing...
We walked into a nearby hospital, and the woman at the front desk looked like she saw a ghost. He was immediately rushed into the back, stumbling due to major blood loss. He was later told that he had been a centimeter close to dying...
Detectives showed up, demanding that I go with them downtown to give a statement. I begged to stay with my husband; I was so afraid he was close to death. Shockingly, they wouldn't wait. They took me away, with the promise to bring me back.
To make a long story short, the guy was busted with felony battery. His parole was revoked, yet again...I was made to go with the defectives to point the coward out. He was dumb too-- sitting one block from the mission, with two kitchen knives in his possession...high on crack. Dugh, but GOOD. He was found in no time at all.
Upon returning to the hospital, I was more than relieved to know my husband was alive. He was laying in a room with all kinds of tubes hooked up to him, including an IV for blood loss. I still worried...the 'what ifs.' Just horribly heartbreaking...
There were no extra cots in the hospital. Upon a thin blanket, I laid by his bed, silently praying and crying. However, he reassured me. He was the type of person everyone knew as fearless. He had an attitude that was grounded, yet ruthless.
Every twenty minutes or so, I was crawling to the bathroom and puking. I was not one who went through morning sickness. That morning, I was sick due to worry. Continually, I went to the nurse's station, requesting cartons of milk to coat my stomach. But, continually, I heaved them up. It was a night that still pains me to think about.
Right now, I'm depressed. Therefore, I can more easily talk about it.
It was only a couple or so weeks prior, that we (and others) had to prevent those same two cowards from beating an old man to death who was already unconscious. They wouldn't stop brutally stomping and striking him.
Sorry, you all!! I've seen some very ugly stuff that I wish I hadn't. When you're robbed of some of your innocence, it changes who you are...
Thank you for listening! No doubt I probably left some details out. I just needed to get some things off my chest.
