Well, where do I start. Its about a girl. We had been dating for a year and a half and we had just gotten out of college for winter break. Well, I first flew to spend 2 weeks with my sister. Everything was still fine, we were texting each other and calling, still saying the 'I love you' s and 'I miss you' s . Everything was perfect. I even got to hear her open my Christmas present to her over the phone and she was delighted. Then for New Years + 2 weeks after I stayed at my best friend's house in Colorado. Well...come January 1, I tried texting her...nothing. Tried calling her... nothing. I didn't get a response for 3 days. Then I finally get a long, 7 page, text about how she isn't the one for me BLAH BLAH BLAH. Naturally, I was pissed, saddened, and guess who cried on the 3rd New Years party (we had 3, one every day for 3 days)... Me. It SUCKED balls I tell you. She then proceeded to ignore me the rest of break. So there I was, 1000 miles away, not being able to do shit about it except wonder what the fuck was going on. Well, the day came when it was time for me to fly back to go to school, and she happens to live in the state where we go to school. I thought "Hey, why don't I just surprise her with some Roses, Chocolate, and a Card right when I get off the plane!", and that's exactly what I did. It was 7:30 pm when I landed, she lives 2 hours away from where I live. WITHOUT even going home first I drove immediately from the airport to the nearest flower store, then to Publix to pick up a card and chocolate, then to her house. When I got there I was so anxious, saw her car in the driveway so I knew she was home. I walked up to the door. Her dad, a massive 280 pound Chicago man, answered the door surprised. I asked if she was in, turns out she was at her little brother's baseball game with her mom. Okay. Well, he let me in anyways. I asked if i could just leave the stuff I brought on her pillow for her so she would see it when she got back, he said yes, so I did. We then proceeded to have a couple beers together in his backyard. We talked for about 40 min, and then all of a sudden he got serious. "Listen motherfucker, _______ has bruises all over her, and do you remember what I told you in the beginning? I said that if you were to EVER fucking treat her badly I'd fuckin kill ya." (and that type of talk went on for about another 3 minutes). Apparently this drunk fuck had forgotten that I'd been gone for a month and that theres no way any bruises she has could have come from me (like I would give her any in the first place, I loved this girl! WHAT THE FUCK?!?). He got to a point so angry, that he smashed the fucking beer he was drinking into my face, knocking me off the chair. Then proceeded to stand over me and used his 280 lb frame + gravity to his advantage and beat me. The only reason I got out of there alive was because while on the ground I thankfully found a nice shard of glass from the bottle he just hit me with. I jabbed it in to his calf, causing him to roar in pain. He was distracted enough to pull it out which allowed me to stand up, but then he swung at me again. This time I sent a left hook (Im right handed...why the fuck did I use left..I will never know) smashing into his chin, I broke my fucking hand. Although I did stun him enough for me to run to my car and get the fuck out.
Later, it turns out the bruises she had were from ANOTHER GUY she had been seeing behind my back...bitch.
So thats what I get for trying to be romantic and melt a girl's heart all over again, a bruised, bloodied, cut face and a broken hand. Fuck Logic.
after reading your tales, i don't think anybody f ucking deserves it more than you..as for me, i got lucky too...fell for a blonde surfer/skater who wouldn't put up with my sluttery and made me toe the line...best thing that's ever happened!! been puttin' up with me for 10 years. quite a feat, cuz i can be hard to handle
. See? Life is fucking PAIN, but it doesn't have to stay that way, and it can get brighter as long as one has the strength and wits to come out on the other side...It hurts like hell going through the trials, but it's worth it when you end up outside the suffering with a lighter, happier sentence 
