I did it because you made me -reference point #2

I was living in the tail end of a bad relationship. I had tried to end it with this guy pretty much since the moment it started. I was beginning to despair about my ability to ever lose the loser. I made dinner for a friend one night. Burgers and fries. I boiled the oil with the lid on, not realizing that this is something you just don't do. Shortly, the pot of oil exploded into flames.

My partner thrust his bare hand in the flames in some panicked attempt to what I don't know suffocate the flames with his "magic" fingers? Please. My friend grabbed a brain and ran into the hall and got the fire extinguisher. Anyway, he was severely burnt, third degree, his skin was bubbling as we watched, it peeled off.

After having this man beat me, rape me, drug me, and god knows what else, after nearly dying due to his "attentions" I stood there while he cried, cradling his shredded hand. And told him to stop his whining. Can you believe it? I did, it came sailing out of my mouth. I laughed at him, mocked him, asked him what he thought he was doing sticking his hand in the fire.
Didn't he realize he was fucking with fire?

I don't remember much else of that evening. I know he went to the hospital. I don't know if I went with him or not. I remember my friend chastising me for my lack of compassion. Compassion? I laughed. I was dating the anti-compassion king, and my friend was giving me grief about MY lack of compassion. It was truly comical. Of course, my friend knew nothing of the abuse, yet.

A few days later, I got off work and went to the lounge downstairs where my partner was drinking up his tax return. I took one look at him swaying dangerously on his stool and knew there'd be no fortifying glass of red wine for me that night. I joined him and two of my co workers and said, its time I call us a cab.

Without a word, without even the ability to focus his intoxicated gaze, he pulled back his fist and hammered me in the face. I saw his charred flesh and pink underskin come at me at lightening speed. His blow knocked my face right round. Without blinking, I took a sip of his beer and said, "lets go."

The young coworker directly across me said "Wow, cool! That was the coolest thing I ever saw! Wow you really know how to take a punch! Awesome!" ( I kid you not)

I looked up at him from under my swelling eye and said, "This is not cool, this is disgusting, this is wrong!" The other coworker, silently nodded his head and stared into his Guinness as if looking for treasure. Later that same man would deny I was ever beaten in front of him. Like he said, if it had happened he would have put the devil down. Guess he blacked it out too.

I knew it was useless to try to talk to d. at this point, so let it ride.
The next day, when he was sober I told him it was over.

I told him it was his own fault, I reminded him he had punched me square in the face. He began denying it, he said I slapped my self. Obviously getting confused with an earlier incident when he became slap happy in the bedroom. At that time he told me he hit me because I made him. When asked how I made him, he said I made him mad.

I said no d. You punched me in the face last night, you don't remember?

He threw a temper tantrum, actually pulling at chunks of his hair. This is something to see when the dude throwing the fit has an afro. He stamped his feet and contorted his face and made a sound like a sick cow. I remember sitting back and privately seeing him in the role of rumplestilskin.