He Tried to Kill Me (eBook)

The Untold Story of a Modern Day Christian Wife

Kenyata R. Love (Autor)

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2017 | 1. Auflage
192 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
978-1-5439-1713-0 (ISBN)

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He Tried To Kill Me, the untold story of a modern day Christian wife, is an inspiring true life account of how one woman got out of a marriage after 10 years of verbal, mental, emotional, spiritual, physical and sexual abuse from a man who professed to love God and who promised to love and protect her. Written to help the many women, going through a tumultuous abusive marriage, shrouded in Christianity, who can't see their way out, develop the courage they need to open their eyes, stand on their own and make a better life for themselves.

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Are you married to a man who appears to be a man of God? Does everyone think you're the luckiest woman in the world? Do single women tell you on the regular that they're praying for a husband like yours? Do you try to tell people what is really happening, but it seems no one believes you? Does he appear to have everyone fooled? If this sounds familiar and you find yourself near tears, nauseated and ready to burst, every time you hear this misguided nonsense about how wonderful he is, you are not alone. I believe you. You can be free from fear, humiliation and condemnation. You only have to make up your mind and love yourself enough to want better for yourself. It won't be easy, but it will be worth it. You CAN get out. You WILL get out.

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CHAPTER 1

IN THE BEGINNING

 

On December 28, 2006, the world, as I knew it, ended. The nightmare began with a notification in my email.

“Hi. My name is Eddie Damian. I think you Are beautiful. How about dinner and A movie?”

I had recently left a 3 year relationship with a man I thought I was going to marry. I was pretty hurt by our breakup, but I knew it wasn’t going to happen. He was a nice guy. He just was not ready to get remarried and I was.

My note back.

“Hello Eddie. Thank you for the compliment. I think we should get to know each other first, before a face to face date.”

He kindly agreed. The barrage of emails began. He emailed me all night.

The next day, the emails continued to be nonstop. I was flattered. His grammar, in the emails, was bad. He ignored punctuations. He wasn’t the best speller. I could tell he was not very well spoken. But that was ok. He seemed enamored by me. He was the way my parents told me a man should be when meeting me. So I went with it.

The following day, I had a lunch and movie date with another guy from the dating site. He and I met at Starbucks across from Belle Isle. There was no spark between he and I. There was no attraction at all. So, I cut the date short and skipped the movie. Instead I went to the mall to shop alone. While at the mall, I received multiple emails from Eddie. “Wow”, I thought. “This guy must be really into me.” He then sent me his phone number. He was available to meet for dinner that evening and really wanted to see me in person, per his words. I finally agreed.

His description of himself was that he was divorced after 20 years of a tumultuous marriage. He had two sons in that marriage. One was an adult and the other was a senior in high school. He was a single father, with full custody of his youngest son. According to Eddie, his ex-wife had abandoned them and moved out of state. He owned his home and he had been at his job for about 15 years. He came off as a sweet guy. I couldn’t understand why a woman would leave such a man, when there are women out here who wanted a responsible and dedicated man. That was the first indication that something was not right. Unfortunately, I ignored that initial feeling.

I called my best friend, Storm, and told her about this fabulous guy that I’d met online. She was always pretty skeptical of that method of meeting a man, so she was not at all impressed. She had questions. What is wrong with him? Why does he need to meet a woman online? What was he hiding? She and I were a yen to the other’s yang. I love her and have always respected her opinion. However, there was nothing “wrong” with me and I was meeting someone online as well. Therefore, I thought, why would there be something wrong with him? Storm and I don’t always see things the same, but we always support one another nevertheless. I told her that I was going to be meeting him that evening at D’Amato’s Italian Restaurant in Royal Oak. I even called and talked to her on my way to the restaurant. I remember the first time I saw him. I was riding around in circles, still on the phone with Storm, wondering where the place was and wondering where I would park even after I found the place. I’d remembered his picture online standing next to his car. It was a black Chrysler Sebring convertible. That’s the car he was driving when I saw him. I thought he was handsome at first glance. Average, but handsome. He saw me too. I pulled into a parking lot. He pulled in after me. I parked. He parked on the right side of me. I was driving a white 2006 Dodge Durango. It was December 30, 2006.

A little information about me at that time in my life. I had two young children and had been divorced from their father for 3 years at this point. I worked at a major automaker as a salaried employee. It was my dream job. I had just gotten the job 2 months prior to this day. I had recently purchased my own home 5 months prior to this day and had recently purchased my prized SUV, again all on my own, soon after I’d purchased my home. My children attended private Catholic school, like I had as a child. I was finally building the life, I’d always dreamed of having. I was Miss Independent. I was that lady in the Neyo and Beyonce songs. My parents were proud of me. I was proud of me. All I needed now was a new husband to make the dream complete.

As mentioned, I’d been divorced for 3 years. Some significant events happened in that fateful year of 2003. The divorce from my children’s father had been finalized; I received my MBA; and I lost my first parent - sadly my beloved father, passed away in 2003. That was a year I will never forget. It was now 2006. Things were getting better for me. So I thought.

Back to that day in the parking lot with a complete stranger, who made me feel like I was the best thing that had ever happened to him. It was a weird December day in Michigan. It had been in the 70s that day. It was a warm, clear night. I ended my conversation with Storm, after alerting her to my location and giving her the details of this new man and what he was wearing. Hey I’m from Detroit. I still have to do the due diligence of safety precautions when out alone, even if it was in suburban Royal Oak. Eddie got out of his car. I got out of my car. We said Hi and had a small conversation about hoping we didn’t get tickets from where we’d parked, he handed me a long stem rose, then we proceeded to walk into the restaurant.

The restaurant was dark. Actually, I remember thinking, it was the darkest restaurant I’d ever been in. I love Italian food, which is why he picked the venue. I still thought it was rather dark inside. I remember that night I did a lot of talking. I remember looking across at him and every so often questioning him on why he was so quiet. He said that he didn’t talk much and preferred to hear about me. That didn’t shock me at all, because I was raised to believe I was pretty special and interesting, remember? I figured he saw what my parents saw. So I kept talking and answering any questions he had. Looking back on it, it was a bit of an interrogation. Now I know why. In hindsight, that was the second feeling I had that something was not right.

We left the restaurant after about 3 hours and walked into the parking lot to see parking tickets on the windshield of both our vehicles. He promptly grabbed them and promised to pay them both, which he did. He then unlocked his car and told me he had something for me. I went to get into my car. As I sat down, he stood up from his car and was at my passenger door. I unlocked the door. He got in, sat down and handed me a CD. I was puzzled. It was Yolanda Adams’ Day By Day CD. We’d talked earlier about a song, that Steve Harvey played on his morning show every morning, as I was on my way to work. I’d loved that song. I had not ever told him the name of the song, but I’d told him in our past conversations, that it was a Yolanda Adams song. So he handed the CD to me and asked me to put it in the CD player. I obliged. He kept saying he had a surprise for me. The CD started and he flicked through the songs to Track 3. Then he looked at me and said

“This is the song that you love. The one that you listen to every morning.”

I realized, when the first chord began, it WAS the song. I was completely blown away. How could he have known that? I teared up. He smiled then told me to enjoy the CD. It was mine to keep. This was unbelievable. I’d been praying for my husband. I’d planned to shut Match.com profile down on December 31st. This man contacted me on December 28th. I’m on a date with him on December 30th. He hands me a gospel CD, with the track that I was currently in love with on it. No man I’d ever dated has ever been into the Lord or gospel or anything that had to do with how I was raised. Where did he come from? How could this be happening? He must be from God. Thank you God. Wow. How disillusioned I was.

That night, he called me when he’d gotten home. He lived almost two hours away. We talked for the rest of the night.

December 31, 2006 was a Sunday. He mentioned he had to sing in the choir at his church for the New Years Eve’s watch night service that night. However, he called me intermittently throughout the day. When he left home for his church’s watch night service, he told me he would talk to me tomorrow. But, when the clock struck midnight, I received that phone call from Eddie wishing me a Happy New Year. It was now 2007. It was then that he revealed to me that that he planned to make me his wife. And it was then that I remembered the tagline on his Match.com profile. He was “A King looking for a Queen”.

Every night that week, he called like clockwork at 8:00pm. We talked about our backgrounds, families, children, likes and dislikes. It seemed we had everything in common. I was in disbelief. It was like we were the same person. I didn’t know it then, but that was all a part of the plan.

After talking all week, the following Sunday rolled around, January 7th. He called me and told me he was off to church. Then, he mentioned it was his birthday. I thought that to be odd. Convenient. But he swore it was his birthday. I asked him what his plans were. He said that he never did anything for his birthday. His mother could never afford to do anything for him as a child. His father died before he was born. He lived very poor in northern California. When he became an adult, his ex-wife had never celebrated his birthday. So it was not a big deal for him. That was horrendous and tragic to me. In my family, birthdays were very much celebrated. I told him that if we were going to be together, I wanted to start a new tradition and celebrate his birthday. He...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 21.10.2017
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Sachbuch/Ratgeber ► Gesundheit / Leben / Psychologie ► Partnerschaft / Sexualität
• ISBN-10: 1-5439-1713-5 / 1543917135
• ISBN-13: 978-1-5439-1713-0 / 9781543917130