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Long story short - he was using again yesterday. Came home around 9:30pm last night -- white as a ghost, wild eyed and his pupils were huge. So sick of it. He could barely talk - sounded like he had marbles in his mouth. He was in and out, messing with his car, setting the alarm off on it, searching for something in the house, just acting like he does when hes on meth. I confronted him (I was nice about it). He proceeded to ask me what the h*ll he had done to me. Wouldnt let me go to bed, etc. I grabbed the phone to call 911 and he took it from me. I went to get my cell and he basically wrestled me to the floor to get it from me. He wouldnt let me out of our bedroom. Every time I tried to go around him he would push me into the dresser. He wrestled with me as I tried to get out of bedroom. He shoved me down and I managed to crawl into the living room. He threw me down in the living room and I hit my head on our hardwood floors. Bruised my knee the back of my head and I have a fat lip. I made it outside and he threw me into his car which was parked in the driveway. I ran next door to use their phone and he left. I did call 911 and have a police report.

I got a TPO today. Court date is next Tuesday. I'll be there with bells on. Done. Sick of living in a prison.


Oh, I also noticed this morning before work that he took my digital camera to pawn no doubt.