Dear Sad Excuse For A Man,
You did me wrong the day you lifted your fist against me. You trespassed into my life, not to mention my yard. I feel sorry for you considering your mental illness that you clearly obtain because that is the only reason that could pass me by to think that someone would do something like you did. Not only to a woman, but to an underage woman. You not only bruised my body, but you bruised my mentality. That is what hurt me the most. Not the strikes you took upon my thigh, not the marks you left upon my forearms. It is the fact that each time I think about a man hitting a woman, my blood pressure escalates even more than it ever did before, and it is the mere reason why I now worn everyone I meet about your behavior.
You are a coward. With nobody around to protect me, you took advantage of me. How could you have a daughter and feel that it is ok to hit someone else's child? You are sick-minded. You are a threat to society and a poor person. Men like you do not deserve to be around women or anyone if these are the sins you enjoy casting upon others. It is not funny to hit a woman, and it is not funny to be an abuser. It is also not something to be proud of which you along with your wife seemed to be that very night as you hovered above me hitting me with darkness in your eyes. I know that I will never receive an apology for the harm you inflicted on my life and honestly, it does not matter to me and it should not matter to anyone who has ever been abused. I say this because your time will come, along with every other "man" like you.
Know that you are not bold and you are not and never will be any type of hero for your daughter, your grand kids, anyone. Because you made a name for yourself the night you decided to abuse me. Nobody told you or asked you to come into my life and hurt me, you decided that on your own. You inflicted your paranoia onto yourself. Every time you get a phone call late at night, every time lights flicker in your window, each person who calls you a "child beater", you assume it is me and go running to the police because you know what you did was wrong and you assume I am trying to get back at you. But like I said, there really is no need, everyone already knows what you did and who you are now.
I'm just going to end on this: That night did not define me, but it did define you. Next time you decide to feel superior to someone, understand that hitting women or anyone for that matter is not in anyway right.
One of your victims,
Carley
