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i can't take it anymore.please help me.

Discussion in 'Channel Zero' started by DeathDealer, Jun 13, 2004.

  1. DeathDealer

    DeathDealer New Jack

    Joined: Apr 28, 2004 Messages: 52 Likes Received: 0
    I, was married a long time to a man that, I don't think, ever loved me. In all honesty I don't even remember marrying him. I just remember him showing up at a place that a friend and I had gone too and him getting mad because I was there. He made me sit at his table where he could watch me. I do remember getting up to go to the ladies room and coming back. I really don't remember much else for a few days. The next thing I do remember is waking up in a room in a place in Mexico with him beside me. When he told me we had gotten married I thought he was crazy. I tried to leave but I didn't even know where I was and I couldn't speak Spanish. I found out later that everyone in this town was pretty much a member of one family in one way or another so they wouldn't have helped me even if I could have talked to them. He caught up to me and dragged me back to the room and that's when it started. He said he had to teach me to be a good wife. His way of teaching was very painful. After beating me til I could barely move he threw me on the bed on my stomach and tied my arms behind me. Then he raped me. This set the pattern for a long time. I was never alowed to do anything without his permission or I was punished. I couldn't even eat or drink without his permission. For two years I lived like this. Two years of hell. By the time he decided to move, he owned me. And yes I tried to run again. The first time he broke my leg so I couldn't run. The next time he 'gave' me to the cousin that caught me for the night. The thrid time he cut the tendon to my large toe to keep me from walking. The fourth time he told me that if I did it again he was going after my sisters. There was no fifth time. When we moved it was back to the states. He had to be more careful there. Still he found ways to punish me. One night I found several bottles of Tequila that he had put away. I decided then and there that it would be my way out. I snuck them away and got out of the house. I found an empty lot and started to drink. If I had any sense I would have opened all the bottles before I started. I didn't and by the time I got to the fourth I couldn't open it. I passed out and still would have died only someone found me and called the paramedics. When I got out of the hospital He put me back in by beating me for embarrassing him. And the years rolled on. 16 years I lived like that. 16 years of hell. No escape and no hope. Then one day he walks in and tells me he's leaving me for someone younger. Said I didn't scream enough for him any more. God I was so afraid that it was just a new way to torture me. But it wasn't. He did leave and I packed up and ran as fast as I could. I filed for divorce and ran again. It's been four years now and I still live in fear of him. I feel like I can never trust another man to get close to me. And I've tried. God I've tried. The only one I've been able to get close enough to turned out to be a bastard in another way. Seems he was going to do it as a favor for a so-called friend of mine but he couldn't go through with it. Just points out to me how right I was to not trust. I don't know if I can ever heal from this. I carry scars so deep inside of me that they may never go away. I'm not even sure life is worth living anymore. But I've promised someone that I won't do that so it's not an option anymore. But how can I get over this? How can I keep going on? I'm just so tired. Someone, please, tell me how deal with this. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm so confused. I just want it to end......
     
  2. S@T@N

    [email protected]@N Senior Member

    Joined: Sep 15, 2002 Messages: 1,998 Likes Received: 0
  3. test pattern

    test pattern Elite Member

    Joined: Jan 21, 2002 Messages: 3,975 Likes Received: 0
    ...And now I have picked up graffiti. Want to start a crew, guys?
     
  4. GeraloRivera

    GeraloRivera Junior Member

    Joined: Jun 7, 2004 Messages: 130 Likes Received: 0
    shut up ya whiNy bitch


    :lol: :eek: :D




    OK seriously talkin to graffitier people wont help you. there is a phone. use it to call the authorities. or ted coppel that guy is like fucking batman.
     
  5. crave

    crave Veteran Member

    Joined: Jan 20, 2002 Messages: 6,728 Likes Received: 10
    post the finished version.
     
  6. GeraloRivera

    GeraloRivera Junior Member

    Joined: Jun 7, 2004 Messages: 130 Likes Received: 0
    THIS SHIT SOUNDS FICTIONAL. NIGGA. GO WRITE A BOOK ABOUT YOUR HARDSHIPS OR SOMETHING. BITCHEZ AND HOES!













    it was such a hard life first sadam hit me with a shovel and i ran and he but my leg up like on seinfeldmnly more ghardcore and i yelled jihasd and thats how i bcame a underwriter for oprah
     
  7. T=E=A=S=E

    T=E=A=S=E Elite Member

    Joined: Mar 27, 2004 Messages: 3,271 Likes Received: 0
    you came to the wrong message board sugar lips.

    you need to go to:

    www battered-women-of-america.comola
     
  8. boner

    boner Junior Member

    Joined: Jun 26, 2003 Messages: 137 Likes Received: 0
    http://killbill.movies.go.com/vol1/images/gallery/orenishii_01.jpg'>
    "Revenge is a dish best served cold"....

    3 words- "mental health professional"
     
  9. GnomeToys

    GnomeToys Elite Member

    Joined: Jun 24, 2003 Messages: 2,616 Likes Received: 4
    ... so you came to 12ozprophet.com of all places to tell everyone your heartbreaking story? Bullshit. The internet is stupider than fiction.
     
  10. Nekro

    Nekro Elite Member

    Joined: Feb 19, 2003 Messages: 2,568 Likes Received: 1
  11. DETO

    DETO 12oz Loyalist

    Joined: Apr 25, 2002 Messages: 11,316 Likes Received: 138
    <span style='color:pink'>i can't believe no one has suggested for her to...























    "SHOW US YOUR TITS!"</span>
     
  12. EyeforAnEYE

    EyeforAnEYE Elite Member

    Joined: Sep 29, 2003 Messages: 4,199 Likes Received: 3
     
  13. High Priest

    High Priest Elite Member

    Joined: Jan 1, 2002 Messages: 4,928 Likes Received: 3
  14. OcToBeR

    OcToBeR Junior Member

    Joined: Nov 11, 2003 Messages: 185 Likes Received: 0
    YOU GUYS ARE VERY APATHETIC..YES ITS SOUNDS LIKE A FICTIONAL TALE...AND THIS MAY BE THE WRONG SITE FOR SUCH A TOPIC...BUT SHIT LIKE THIS DOES HAPPEN

    AND IF IT'S TRUE...I ADVISE YOU TO SEE A PSYCHIATRIST, AND TELL HIM/ HER EVERYTHING YOU EXPOSED TO US...THAT IS THE ONE YOU NEED TO SEEK HELP FROM...

    WE CAN ONLY HELP YOU WITH MINOR PROBLEMS THIS SEEMS LIKE SOMETHING SERIOUS...GOODLUCK

    KEEP YOUR HEADUP
     
  15. GamblersGrin

    GamblersGrin Elite Member

    Joined: Sep 24, 2003 Messages: 3,243 Likes Received: 16
    my dad told me that when a girl says no she really means yes
     
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