James and I broke up. He said some pretty horrific and hurtful fucking things to me. What did I do? Overreacted a bit, I guess. I kicked his motorcycle. Like the tire. Like my foot bounced off. Then I just tried to fucking walk away, and he cut me off and told me to go inside before I made myself look stupid. So. Clearly. I pushed him to get him out of the way.
His reaction? Throwing me onto the ground in the middle of a parking lot full of people.
This isn’t the first time he’s put hands on me. But it was certainly the last. I deserve fucking better than someone like that.
Then, one of the platoon sergeants hears what happened from another soldier who saw everything go down.
So she asks me what happened. I tell her. One of the guys on CQ told her, because he saw it all go down. They go and complain about how there’s damage to his bike. (And apparently a tiny little bit of chipped paint is $2000 worth of damage. And let’s be clear that, when I looked at it AFTER I kicked it, the paint wasn’t chipped, so I’m pretty sure they did that to make me look bad) And the entire time the guy on CQ is trying to explain what he saw, James’s best friend is going “No. She fucking hit him a shit ton of times in the face” and cutting the kid off who’s like “Motherfucker. I was right there. I watched it all go down. I fucking walked over after she got thrown on the ground and she sure as fuck did not get back up or hit him at any fucking point in time.”
Fuck this shit.
I deserve so much fucking better than someone who would EVER fucking hit me or lay hands on me that way.P.S. 1SG said it was my fault