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Robby

February 02, 2017 @ (Atlanta)

So I met this beautiful woman at my job, we hit it off. Had fun she was exciting, I seriously felt like she was the one. Now about month number 3 we had an issue, my ex texted me one night. I didnâ€™t even know it till the next morning, now I and my ex hadnâ€™t talked for a while. We were still cordial with each other, and she knew my situation. So I was in the shower at the girlfriendsâ€™ house getting ready for work, and she knocks on the door to tell me I had a text. Now up until this point everything was wonderful, I look at the phone and my ex texted me that â€œI still love you goodnightâ€. Now the girlfriend went apeshit! Put my phone in the toilet, poured bleach on it got it out threw around the house. Hit me with a damn baseball bat and her fists, her damn dog was even attacking me. Now I know I shouldâ€™ve bailed then, but we got back together. And weâ€™re in our 30â€™s. Now there were several more incidents that happened that topped that incident. Okay now the breakup is batshit crazy! So about 3 weeks ago we were going to meet up at her house for dinner and to work out. Her mom was still in town after New Yearâ€™s. So I stay about 45 minutes away from her and we were supposed to get there around the same time. I got about 10 minutes away from her house and asked where she was at, she said she was coming from the mall with her girlfriends but she was driving. I told her that to let her mom now that Iâ€™m coming through the garage so she wonâ€™t be startled when I come in, she said okay. So I beat her to the house, as Iâ€™m getting my bags out of my truck she calls me. I answer and say where you are, she tells me that sheâ€™s been shot! I said SHOT BULLSHIT! She said someone had shot her on the freeway while she was driving and she wanted me to come to her before she died. NO shit this came out of her mouth. So I immediately get back in my truck and Iâ€™m gunning it, sheâ€™s still on the phone the entire time. I spot a cop by a gas station and pull over to him and tell him that my girl has been shot and sheâ€™s driving toward the exit. So we go get closer and Iâ€™m talking to her the entire time. Take it I am a former Army Combat Medic so immediately knew just by her talking and how cohesive she was I knew her airway and breathing were good, but it was the circulation I was worried about. She pulls up and Holy Fuk her car was shot up like Tupacâ€™s! Holes everywhere! She left the hospital that night with 2 superficial wounds to the back of her head, blessed to be alive! I get to her house and she said she didnâ€™t see anything, nothing no description nothing. Now Iâ€™m not a guy who lives outside of reality, so I asked did she owe somebody money, or was it another guy or something. She said no. Take it I couldnâ€™t sleep when we got back to her house I already have PTSD and that shit triggered the hell out of me! So ii stayed up and read my Bible but something in my spirit told me to leave that house. I stayed with her that Sunday, cleaned her wounds even prayed with her. So I went home, and I have a busy schedule but I told her that I didnâ€™t feel comfortable at her house, and that her and her mother can come lay low at my house for however long, even offered my truck. But something inside of me just told me to fall back, and I felt bad because I knew she had just been through some serious shit. But once my mom and friends found out about the incident they told me not to fuck with her! So for two days I stayed away, we still talked but she didnâ€™t like the fact that I wasnâ€™t there! So I knew she had another car at her house that runs, but it had been sitting up so long it had grime built on top of grime. So I take my pressure washer over there to clean it up so they wouldnâ€™t be driving a car that looks like shit, ironically she wasnâ€™t there at the time. But a white Tahoe pulls up by her mailbox and asks me do I live there. I said no i donâ€™t, it pulls off. Couldnâ€™t get a license plate number because of how her driveway sits. So I call her she said that Iâ€™m not there for her and thatâ€™s it, blocks me, no commo. Now if that aint grimey enough, the cops call me in, and question me as if I had something to do with the shit! I literally held my scarf to her head to stop the bleeding, but I feel like that was not a random act of violence. So yea I feel played like fuk! Crazy shit huh?