I awoke at midnight, found myself in bed alone. Not for the first time but for the past couple nights in a row I had been sleeping alone. I heard a sound from either his phone or tablet in the living room and I wanted to know what was going on. What could possibly have his attention so much to where he no longer wanted to lay with me? You see, we had not to long ago had an argument about me staying up late in the living room watching tv and not going to bed with him. He complained that I never have to go to bed alone so why should he. He argued that I could be doing God knows what in there and even accused me of speaking to other men. We argued and I eventually gave in. I started to go to bed with him. I adored my alone time. I missed it. You see, when I attended school I stayed up and completed all homework the same night, watched tv and sometimes drank a bottle of wine. I loved that time to myself during the day my hours were filled with little ones so there was little to no time for myself. I however, complied. One night I got so frustrated that I started to sigh and huff and puff in bed. I was not ready to lie down and was repulsed at the idea of lying in bed eyes wide open. He got upset because I woke him up and threw the tv, busted the glass in the French doors, and put a hole in the wall. I was so afraid I ran out of my home in the rain to my mothers. So, given this history I could not understand why he was sleeping on the couch when I had just been persecuted for even staying up late on the couch. I went into the living room noticing he was still awake, I asked for his tablet. He asked me why, I explained why. He still insisted he was not going to give me the tablet I asked him why he had been sleeping on the couch. He said he was aggravated because when I went to lie down I stayed on facebook most of the night when I had said I was so tired earlier. I tried to explain him my troubles of sleeping alone without stimulation, you see the tv he broke was located in our bedroom. All I had was my phone. He didn't want to hear it and yelled and cursed and threw and broke the tv remote. I left the room and went into the bedroom; decided I'd straighten up to possibly tire myself. He followed me. When he entered the room he immediately snatched my phone I shook it off and went back to what I was doing. He started to yell and curse me and eventually threw a set of medium sized alley wrenches at me. I ducked and started to find clothes to wear to leave and call the police. I ran to get shoes and was leaving through the dining room I noticed him coming towards me so I picked up and threw an empty water bottle at him. I ran into the living room to exit and screamed I was calling the police, he then threw my phone on the floor. I called police and they made him spend the night somewhere else. His family insists I should have handled the situation better and should not have called the police. They said we could have "controlled "the situation better ourselves. And if I really wanted someone to leave I should have left myself. Problem is I was tired of leaving. I was tired of working out abusive arguments alone just to have them happen again. I truly in my heart believe my only fault is staying with him. I am in love, deeply but with someone who can turn into a monster. I should leave, I don't want my son to grow up and think this is healthy. They say I should wait until I know im ready to leave to call the cops and not call the cops if I know I'm going to take him back. I just wanted him escorted out for the night. I'm honestly disgusted by all of them. But do they have a point in what they are saying that I cannot see?
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