11 years ago God blessed me and allowed me to escape an abusive marriage. I’d only been married 3 months when it became increasingly violent. It started with verbal/emotional abuse. Name calling and threats to divorce occurred more times than I could count. There were times when I tried to avoid arguments by getting in my car and driving away only to have my ex try to block me in and chase me down the road. I thank God there was never an accident. A week after my ex came back from Hajj he grabbed me by the hair as I was holding my 6 month old daughter and dragged me to the floor. He kicked me in the face and tried to pry my daughter from arms. I knew whatever he would do to me after would be 10x worse so I held her as tight as I could. The following day when he calmed down he asked me how I was. I told him my face hurt and he yelled at me and told me I was “trying to make him feel bad”. I stayed silent about my pain and was seriously plotting an escape. When I was pregnant we got into an argument and he told me I wouldn’t be happy until he was dead so I could marry “a big black n****”. He is Hispanic and had insecurities about black men. He would accuse me of looking at every black man that passed. He once showed up at my job (upon my request due to short staff) and questioned the fed ex guy who happened to be black about whether or not I had told him I was married. During the former argument mentioned while I was pregnant, my ex retrieved a gun from the closet . My entire family was visiting at the time so they are a witness to the following. I immediately exited the room and heard a gunshot. I cried out and began sobbing. My father was praying and heard me crying. When he finished praying he and my mother approached me and asked what was wrong. I could barely catch my breath as I was certain my ex had shot himself. Everyone stood around nervously walking towards the bedroom. My ex walked out of the room as if nothing happened. My mother began yelling at him and asking what he was doing with a gun. She told him she didn’t want it in the house. It was my parents home we were living in at the time. My ex left for work and I found the gun and hid it. From that time until October when there was a shooting at the Islamic Society Of Brevard County, I kept the gun hidden in an unused oven. My ex convinced me to give him the gun because he might need it to defend us. I foolishly believed him. From that time I walked on eggshells, afraid a fight would end in him threatening to take his life and taking mine as well. On the night of February 13th 2007 my ex and I got into an argument. Many nights he would come home and play video games for hours and when I would fall asleep he would wake me “demanding his rights”. I would oblige just to avoid a fight but this time I let out an expression that revealed my objection. He became angry and from there the biggest argument we had began. It didn’t end until he retrieved the gun from the closet and threatened to take his life. I begged him not to and cried that our daughter needed him in her life. She woke up from all of the noise. Her face was red from crying as she pulled herself up in her play-pen. I still remember her little face looking up at me as I told myself I needed to do whatever it took to make this end peacefully. I grabbed his arm and tried to take the gun from him. He held it over her play-pen as he tried to keep it away from me. I saw our lives flashing before my eyes. For some reason, something must’ve snapped in his mind and he left the room. I locked the door and called the police. I told them my ex was threatening to take his life. I whispered my address over and over as fast as I could then hung up and threw my phone on the changing table. I heard him banging on the door and became so frightened that he would shoot through the door if I didn’t open it. Reluctantly I opened the door. At that same moment the 911 dispatcher called my phone back. My ex saw the light on my phone and picked it up yelling at me “what did you do?”. He then punched me in my mouth so hard blood splattered across the sheets and on the wall. He yelled and said he would be arrested because the gun illegal.Still in survival mode, I told him to hide the gun before the cops came. He left the room again and before he could return I heard a knock on the door. It was the cops. They took him outside and came to check on me. When they saw my face, my ex was arrested and that was the end of us ever living together again.
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