Rey Maldonado, Colorado Springs, CO, USA
Here’s the story. I started dating Ray and I really thought he might have been “the one”. We were already planning on moving in together and as long as things were good, I woulda left w/ him for OK- for military training. We would have lived in a hotel for 5 months and then he would have recieved orders for God-knows-where. And if he wanted me to, I would have went.
Anywho, we went out w/ 2 of his friends one.night b/c one of them (John) was moving to CA the next day. John kept running his mouth that night, and I didn’t want to cause any drama so- like most people in a bad situation- I just left. I took a taxi home and passed out. I woke up at 2am w/ Ray standing over my bed. He had broken into my apartment. He was accusing me of hiding my SUV from him- remember, I TOOK A TAXI- and of avoiding his calls/texts- remember, I WAS PASSED OUT. I was telling him off pretty badly. The texts were sent at 2am and I had left by midnight- yeah, real concerned… I went to the living room for a smoke and when I got done, put it in the ashtray. I started walking towards the kitchen w/ the ashtray- to dump it- and walked by Ray. As I did, he purposely bumped me w/ his right shoulder, so I bumped him back w/ mine, and yelled at him to get off me. Then the bastard just started choking me. I couldn’t breathe and he wouldn’t let go. I remember thinking, ” How could you?” I took my right hand and grabbed him by the balls- nothing. I took the ash tray in my left hand and busted it on his right temple- nothing. He turned me around and continued choking me out to the point I almost passed out. I remember him saying, “I’m trained for this.” After I collapsed on the floor, he picked me up by my hair and put me in a headlock and drug me into the bedroom. He said, “If you wanna play crazy b*tch, I can play crazy d*ck.” Crazy b*tch!?! What did I do that was crazy??? Leave a bad situation? Yell at him for breaking into my apt? Bump his shoulder back? I told him 2 or 3 times that if he didn’t want me to end his military career, he had better let me go- and he still wouldn’t. I got my hand under one of his fingers and pulled it back until he finally caved. I told him to get the out of my apartment and never come back. When I came out of the bathroom, I realized that he had stolen my phone. Probably so I couldn’t call the cops. Like that would have stopped me. He’s lucky the only thing I hated worse than him at the time, were cops. I sent him an email the next day and told him to come get his things. Turns out, he’s psychotic, sociopathic, sick, abusive, controlling, posessive and narcissistic. The End.
On the bright side, I’m glad I found this out BEFORE I went anywhere w/ him. So, yeah, it sucks. But life goes on. I refuse to be jaded. I am going to suffer this and be better from it. And I hope he reaps this for a long time to come.
I didn’t post this to be vendictive. I posted it to WARN other potential gfs of this creep. I didn’t report him to the cops, but I felt that just in case something of this nature arises in the future, I should get the word out. And if he ever does get turned in, I hope the right people find my account of events.