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Life After the Stench of LOVE…Part 3

Love stinks Part 1

Love Stinks Part 2

We lost touch for five years because I moved to Florida after college.

However, on one crazy day, I was going to the DMV because I had moved back to my college town for a brief spell and needed my license changed. 

There She Was

I was headed out the door with my head facing down, checking out my new picture and ensuring all the info was correct. Then suddenly, I heard a familiar voice call out my name. When I looked up there, she was with two kids. Her oldest was five, almost six, and the new baby was one year old. 

She looked tired and had aged quite a bit. But when she saw me, she lit up and gave me the biggest, warmest hug. I felt the love and anxiousness pouring through her. I knew she needed to give me an ear full, and I was eager to listen in hopes that she would provide a positive update.

The Update

She came home from work to the apartment that she provided for them. And there he was, sleeping at 5 in the evening in a bed full of urine. She screamed and yelled his name while frantically trying to rip off the bedding. He leaped out of bed and wrapped his hands around her neck.

She fell to the ground, gasping for her breath. 

He jumped on top of her with his urine-soaked boxer shorts and beat her until she was close to passing out. She was saved by the footsteps and the manic crying of her daughter.

He’s gone

She lay on the ground with her daughter in her arms; her other baby was two months old and still in his car seat. She didn’t have a chance to get him out when she arrived home from work. The smell of urine took over the apartment, and the beating started instantly.

When she was able to stand, she called her parents and begged for them to come to get her. When they arrived, they couldn’t believe that she was able to get up from the ground and call them.

She promised her parents that if they helped her, this would be the last time he would be able to touch her. Her parents said this is it; we will take the kids and detach ourselves from you. 

The kids deserve better!

He tried to come back but failed.

Pee pants made several attempts to force her to return to him, but she stuck to her promise. 

The day we reconnected, she was getting her new license and claiming her life.

The last tie we spoke, she was living in Florida with her husband and celebrating the birth of her fourth child. Her cheerful and light-hearted voice was what I remembered before pee pants charged into her life. She was happy, looking forward to their new baby and moving into a bigger home to accommodate their growing family.

Of course, I asked her about pee pants, and boy, did we have a good laugh!   

The Stench was gone, and real LOVE showed up.

You could have chosen any blog to read, but you chose mine, and I’m honored!

~Belladonna~

After writing this three-parter, I contacted my friend and sent the three-parter to her, and she loved it. We are meeting up in September, and I will introduce you all to this hero of a woman. The one who made it out!

58 Replies to “Life After the Stench of LOVE…Part 3”

  3. Thank God what I thought was going to happen didn’t. Pee Pants! 🤣😅😝😁😂 Girlfriend, you are a riot! Maybe he is locked up somewhere where he can’t hurt anyone like that anymore. Pee Pants or is it PEA Pants??? 👖😜🩳 LMAO

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  16. I am so glad that she and her children made it out! How do people get like pee pants? He must have been sick in his head. On the other hand, he must have been able to be charming and show (or fake) feelings in order for a sweet woman like your friend to fall in love with him.
    Congratultions to her. I wish her all the best with her new husband and the growing family.

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      1. I don’t really feel sorry for him, I was just wondering. Even if he had a bad childhood, it wouldn’t excuse the way he treated your friend. Many people have hard childhoods but turn out fine because they decide to do so.

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