Last year this time I learned what the damages to my right ear was and like the fool that I was, I wanted him to comfort me because I thought, based on his meaningless words, that we were going to make this work. I went to the apartment and was balling – his response was detached, cold and cruel. He threw his pack pack, yelled and screamed because he didn’t want to change his plans to leaving for Mountain Mama the night before instead of day of.
That was the beginning of the end for me. I felt humiliated by him. After all that I had done for this vile individual. After all the nights I spent awake taking care of him, getting his meds, helping him get dressed, go to the bathroom….after all that he had put me through the cold hearted ASSWIPE didn’t want to be inconvenienced because he needed to go where his suppliers were. That was the last time I saw him. If you take a look at the pictures, you will see a broken woman trying to save face by trying to act normal in trying to take photos. He was angry to be there and it shows and that feel you get from the picture is his true self. I was able to see myself acting in desperation trying to get him to care – wanting to believe he had an ounce of decency and empathy and love for me. That was the first time I was able to accept that the man I was sitting next to, the man I couldn’t wait to be intertwined with, didn’t give a damn about me or my life. August 4th 2017 was the day our relationship ended. 5 years, 7 months and two days. 2041 days of a relationship that was nothing but fraud. If I had to do it all over again, I would have walked out in the first 6 months of our relationship. I knew in my gut he was off but his claws were in and the longer it went on the claws dug in deeper and deeper, and I became someone who I didn’t recognize anymore…veering…sorry.
I have seen him three times since, each time in court and the last time I no longer saw the man I was attracted to. Instead I saw a balding middle aged hunched back man who was a filthy and despicable lying human being.
Happy Anniversary to me for finally ridding myself of Vincent Beggs, the venomous snake who I use to think was my life partner. I hope to god the next supplier is smarter than me and doesn’t buy the lies because once he hooks her, she’ll struggle and will be damaged for life.
MORE PICS OF WHEN HE WAS TRYING TO “SEE ME LESS” – INCLUDED ARE A FEW PICS OF THE NIGHT HE “BROKE UP” WITH ME. THOSE WOULD BE THE PICTURES WITH THE BRUISES AND HIS HAND PRINT ON MY NECK. THAT’S HOW MR. VP, CYCLING EXTRAORDINAIRE BREAKS UP….GOTTA LAUGH…OTHERWISE I WOULD DIE.