I felt my shackles of shame and fear release and I could safely end the relationship. 19 stabs to my head, neck, and face; 13 stabs to my hands and arms in an attempt to defend myself.
After three months of peace and healing, Robert began calling me repeatedly in the middle of the night. He was crying and said, "After all we have been through, I just need closure to move on after the terrible end to our relationship." He promised to leave me alone forever if I just met him for a hug. Two teens nearby heard me screaming, attempted to intervene, and called 911. Once Robert believed he succeeded in taking my life, he drove away and attempted suicide.
He began attempting suicide to scare me, but would stop and threaten me with weapons to prove he was serious.
One night, I had the opportunity, courage, and strength to run away and call the police--and finally, Robert was arrested for domestic battery.
We were both saved that night, and thankfully, he is now serving a life sentence with no chance of parole.
When first responders arrived, I was alert enough to identify myself and him, despite hemorrhaging severely from cut arteries in my neck.
Her patience surpassed most and she had empathy for all living beings.
Her acceptance of others and caring soul, was infectious to all who came in contact with her.
The violence turned physical in the last few months, and by then I felt completely trapped.
He would tell me if I was to leave or tell anyone about the abuse, he would kill me, my family, and himself.
I had just been viciously attacked, beaten, and stabbed 32 times. Looking back three years prior, I remember the exact moment I met this extremely charming, sweet, and funny guy named Robert Burton.