👼MY GUARDIAN ANGEL👼

'Married To A Monster'

Two months went by after Criss married Joann, and I tried to move on by going out with a very seemingly nice man named Jason Bradley, and he said he loved me to the moon and back and would do anything to be with me. I was so broken from the loss of Papa J and losing Crisstopher all at the same time, that I needed that sense of love and security. So I accepted him during my time of loss and need, my mother didn't like him at all and when she met him, she said he was nothing more than a vulture that was preying on me when I was at my most vulnerable, and I needed to break it off with him before it was too late, but I was mentally torn, and he was my crutch.

I honestly couldn't see that he was merely using me, and never really loved me, he just loved controlling me. I have been with him for almost a year now, and I thought I was happily married but things quickly began to change he was more demanding, and he was starting to show some of his other colors when I tried to do things on my own without asking his permission first. At first, I just let it go, but when I went out with my girlfriends for my early birthday present from them when I got back home, he gave me a little present of his own to me...which left me with a black eye and split lip. I thought maybe he was drunk, or something and that it wouldn't happen again...but I had never been so wrong in my life.

Being married to him was like being married to Satan himself in human form, he never gave me a moment to myself, his love was violent, his anger was even worse. But I thought I loved him enough, that the beatings weren't bad enough to make me leave him. My friends and mom told me many times that I needed to leave him before he killed me, but I refused to listen because I thought my love for him could change him...and again I was wrong. The beatings got worse, and the hospital bills got expensive. But I was now too afraid to put a restraining order on him because he said if I did he would make me suffer more than ever. And because it was domestic violence the police couldn't do anything unless I pressed charges on him.

It got so bad that he wouldn't even let me out of the damned house without him monitoring my every move, and he was so self-insecure and thought that I was cheating on him with every man I looked at. My best friend came to the house after I supposedly had an accidental fall down the stairs and broke my leg, but my friend knew all too well that it wasn't a fucking accident, and that he did it. But beens she was a cop at the local precinct he couldn't stop me from going out with her for a while. It was while I was hopping around on my crutches walking down the main street when I ran right into a very old friend who just happened to be visiting New York on his vacation.

I dropped my crutches on impact and was clumsily apologizing for not watching where I was hobbling and ran into him like that. Criss knelt down and grabbed my crutches for me then handed them to me and said it was no problem at all. He didn't recognize me because I was in such bad shape all beat up and covered in bruises, not to mention the full leg cast that was on my left leg. But I knew him right off, the first thing I did was checked his wedding hand to see if he still was married, then I gave him a smile and asked how he's been.

Criss stopped and gave me a good looking over, it wasn't until he saw the necklace with his father's wedding band on it, that he knew it was me. Criss wrapped his arm around me and was in tears at all the instant past remembrance of us together, but it didn't last long, for he quickly asked me what happened to me and why I was all beat and banged up for. I tried to lie about it and told him I fell down some stairs at home, but he looked at me with those sexy eyes of his and bluntly told me to try again with the truth this time. I looked down as I felt my eyes burning from trying to hold back my tears, and told him that I was having problems at home with my husband.

Criss gently put his hand on my chin and lifted my head up to meet his and said a little emotionally hurt that my fucking husband did that to my face. My bestie jumped in the conversation and told him that he also was the one that broke my leg, and added that he was a real monster but I was too afraid of him to press charges on him or leave his worthless ass. Criss wrapped his arms around me and told me that all I had to do was ask, and he would take care of that shit because that was one thing he couldn't stand was abuse of any kind, especially when it was on someone he cared for and loved.

I changed the subject and asked how he has been doing, and if he was still married to Joann. Criss lowered his head and said he divorced that bitch long ago, and that he's had many girlfriends after her, but as of right now he was just getting out of a seriously fucked up relationship with a money-grubbing Mexican bitch named Saundra Gonzalez and decided to come back to New York to spend some free time with family...then he looked right into my eyes and said and me.