All your aggy righteous indignation aside, sometimes shit happens.
CSB/
Leaving Lake Travis years ago with BSC, driving her car back to west campus, 19 at the time. She gets violent, hitting and scratching while I’m trying to drive, and now she wants to drive, it’s her car. Pull over into a parking lot somewhere on 620, I get out and walk around, she slides over and locks the doors and drives off. So what do I do? What any sane guy would do. I throw my shoe at her car.
3 guys sitting around a truck bed drinking beer watch this go down and start heckling me so I walked over and hit the first guy. The fight ended when their legs got tired of kicking me up under their truck. I laid there for a while after they left, finally got up and walk/jogged down 620, down 71, then up bee cave to Barton springs. It took hours. Some girls took pity on me and gave me a ride from there back to west campus.
when I get there my door is locked (never did, didn’t even have a key) and BSC was inside and wouldn’t open the door. At that point I’m exhausted and just want a cold beer and a bong hit. Well she dumped the weed down the storm drain and set the beer out in the parking lot for whoever grabbed it. Keep in mind I was 19 and that beer had been very tedious to acquire. Plus it’s late/early so the getting more ship had sailed.
I finally convinced her to open the door, I walked past her and grabbed an arm full of her clothes from the closet and threw them out the front door. When I went back for a second load she started hitting, scratching, spitting, whatever…. Didn’t even feel it, just grabbed another load and tossed it outside with the rest. She threw a wine bottle at me and missed, smashed the mirror when it hit, oops that one would have hurt.
On the next load was when she went to the kitchen and got a big ass butcher knife and she blocked the bedroom door which was my only way out. I still had a load of her clothes in my hands and I told her I would leave and she could get the rest of her shit and get out before I came back. She told me to put her clothes down and that I wasn’t going anywhere. So I dropped her clothes and punched her right in her forehead, she still managed to cut my arm pretty good in the process. She sat down in a chair still holding the knife with 1,000 mile stare.
I took one of her shirts and wrapped my arm, left and walked down to taco cabana. It’s surprising that even at like 4 in the morning people at cabana will get up and move tables giving you a wide berth when you go in looking like you were just in a plane crash. I didn’t go home that night or the next day stayed with friends and when I finally went back, BSC and her shit were gone. Don’t know how the police didn’t get called, probably neighbors all passed out from drinking all my booze. Low point in my life, not proud of any of it, but saying never hit a woman under any circumstance is wrong.