Charming and I went out to dinner tonight, to celebrate the good news I got from my doc this afternoon (yeay, I don't have to have a hysterectomy, according to my most recent biopsy). We went out, enjoyed a good meal, had good conversation and a few drinks.
Then, my mother called. My mom and I are soft-hearted for animals, and she'd just been made aware of a kill shelter in TN that is looking for homes for 20 dogs. They only have 12 cages, so at the end of the month, the remaining dogs will be put to sleep. I spoke to her on the car ride home, telling her I'd raise awareness among my Facebook network and see if I could help find some homes.
Charming, who'd had too much to drink, was not driving cautiously. I told him, as my cell phone died, that I was concerned about his ability to drive home, and suggested he pull over and we call a cab. He responded my getting agitated and speeding up, telling me he was going to continue to drive around rather than heading home. When I insisted that he head home, he pulled into the entrance of a neighborhood, more than 2 miles from my home, and shoved me out of his truck, leaving me with a dead cell phone and a long, breezy/chilly walk home.
Luckily, a police officer saw me crying on my way home and stopped. He advised that I file domestic battery charges against him, because he noticed a bruise on my arm where Charming had shoved me out of his vehicle.
This isn't the first such fight, but it's certainly the last. I deserve better than this.
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