On Friday, my husband attacked me and locked me in our laundry room with him. . There was no argument or anything until a song that came on the radio apparently triggered something and he flipped a switch quickly and started accusing me and asking me bizarre questions. He continuously slammed me back against a wall, strangled me, busted my lip and screamed in
my face. There was no way that I could get past him. Although he has been verbally and physically abusive for 26 years, I have never felt like he would actually kill me, until this moment. I got as calm as possible and told him that if he let me go walk our dog that was freaking out, I would tell him everything after that. Even though there is nothing to tell. It worked. He let me go. I grabbed the dog and ran. I ran to my neighbor that knows us but he is deaf and couldn’t hear the ring doorbell. I became frantic. My husband, in a previous rage, (although friends with this neighbor) has pushed this man and caused him to be sore for weeks. So I knew he would believe me. But he couldn’t hear the door so I ran to the next house and the next house and just begged for someone to help me and to call 911. Finally someone did. In the meantime, one of my neighbors got in their car and started shouting that they had a firearm and I should not take another step. I’m in complete shock that my life is now being threatened again! I noticed the police had arrived at my house and felt some relief. Which quickly dwindled as I walked in and saw my husband sitting down and crying to them as if he was the victim. I went into the bedroom and saw that he had been going through my phone. I called my daughter and asked her to come get me. When she came home, he gave her a sob story too I guess bc I walked out of the room and saw her rubbing his back. I said” , what are you doing?!” And he threw his bottle of water at me and screamed for me to get out. Now I’m soaking wet and barefoot and on my lawn. I see the police just casually chit chatting with my neighbors. It’s obvious that everyone thinks I’m a lunatic and have made this all up. I lost it. I have desperately tried to get him help and to get myself some protection. No one helps. I started yelling and asking them what they were going to do to help and they told me to go back inside. I definitely fought to get out of their grasp and they slammed me down, shoved my face into the ground, stuck their knees in my back, handcuffed me, and arrested me. So now I’m in the cop car and I’m just trying to think and I realized that I may be able to use my watch, because they took my phone. My old neighbor used to tell me that he could profile Heath easily and that he knew he was manipulative and a suicide risk so I was asking them to call him bc he is a Gwinnett County detective. My watch didn’t work but Siri on the car heard me and so I asked her to call 911 again to get backup. When the next officer came I heard the conversation outside the car and couldn’t even believe my ears again! He was telling them they did a great job and asked me nicely to go back in the house and since I refused, I was in the wrong. I knocked on the window and he opened the door. I said, “ I can’t even believe what I’m hearing you say, haven’t you seen how many times I’ve called in the past for help?” And his reply was,”yes I have, and that proves that you have had plenty of time to get separated. “ Then I spent 9 hours in a disgusting holding cell being treated like a criminal. Disorderly conduct and public intoxication. I was at my own house. I’m at a complete loss and just really hate this world and will never ever call 911 as long as I live ever again. Oh, and the detective that I thought may be able to help me… called my parents and told them that I was arrested and needed to not use his name bc then everyone would think that we were having an affair if he helped me. And he also told my parents that women throw themselves against walls and claim their husbands did it all of the time.
What I went through and witnessed in the Gwinnett county jail is inhumane and something must be done asap.
The Journey of a Domestic Violence Survivor: Healing and Resilience
By Survivor The life of a Survivor of Domestic ViolenceThe repair of the abuse is never repaired because the damage is too unrepairable, mental or physical abuse stays with the survivor for life.Future relationships will be affected by the triggers of the survivor and the relationship will usually suffer, to...