by Mandy Hewlett

Created on: August 07, 2010

Let’s see. I have a lot of pain from love. Mental and physically; pains I shall never forget. Let me explain this to you more. You will not believe this.

I use to date a guy called D, and I just knew when I met him that we were so in love. I was only seventeen at the time and he was twenty-seven. We met at a company that I use to work for and that’s where we started dating. Yes I know, he was much too old for me, I should have known better. When we met he explained to me that He was a preacher, but not at a church, and he was single; yet living with his mother. This guy was fine, at the time, but I soon found out that he was the biggest con-artist and liar on the planet. 

We dated, I met his mother and sister, and it all was great. This guys mother ended up kicking him out of the house, so he stayed with me and my parents. Hell on earth it was. This guy used my family up and drained money from us like there was no tomorrow. I was so young and in love at the time, I did not realize  that he was using me and my family. My family finally got fed up with him and paid a deposit on an apartment for him. Of course, me being young and ignorant, I moved with him. We had no furniture, no money, and no brains. I moved my daughter with us and I so regret it.

During the time we stayed at the apartment, which was for only a month because he got evicted for his attitude, he beat me each and every day. He grabbed me by my throat, threw me on the sink in the bathroom and told me that I had been asking for it. What? This guy was crazy. He kept choking me and throwing me around like a rag doll.  He also pulled me outside by my hair and told me not to move until I changed. Changed what? He was the one that needed to change. There was no break in between the beatings. They were daily. This guy was the devil and no preacher from God. He was Satan himself. During my beatings he locked my daughter in the closet, because she always trying to run to me when he hit me. I was so scared for my life and my daughters life. I was only a teen for God sake. I wanted to leave him but I had no where to go. 

The final time he hit me, I went to my daughters fathers sisters house and called the police. They lived down the street from D. The police told me to meet them over at D’s apartment so I could explain what happened. When I arrived back over there, the police were already there. They asked me what happened; I explained it all to them and showed them where he was hitting on me. You know what, they did not even take him to jail. They said that I had no proof because I had no bruises. Well I am black so I do not bruise. They would not even let me go in the apartment and get my things. I was so depressed over this and still can not believe the outcome. This was so sad.
I left him and I left him alone; not too soon after, he was arrested from work. I inquired and asked my supervisor why was he arrested. She said that the police told her that he had a wife in North Carolina that had pressed charges on him for domestic violence. Whoa! This was such a shocker to me and a smack in the face. I would never get involved with a married man. Never! Not only did he beat on women, he was and is a liar, and is faking as a preacher. I am so glad I am rid of this guy and have moved on. I did not deserve to be beat on and no other woman does. I am so glad that his wife found justice, just wish I did when I needed it.

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