It's okay.

I'm not lying.

Im at work, doing another full shift. I left my phone in the back of the store, there usually wasn't much signal so when I picked it up at the end of the night and walked out, my messages came swarming. This night it was"WHERE ARE YOU?" "IM CALLING YOU!" "DON'T FUCK WITH ME!". Text messages filled my inbox and they were all from Ron. I was so confused because he knew I was at work, where els would I be. I call him and the first response I get was, "YOUR GPS TOLD ME YOU WERE THREE STREETS DOWN!". "Excuse me?" I tell him. Well I sure was welcomed to my first introduction of Invasion of Privacy. "What are you talking about Ron?" I go on as he begins to tell me that he had set up Find My Iphone on his phone to always know where I was at because that's how to catch a cheater. I went to his house to talk about this. I get there and sit on the sofa. "That wasn't ok, that was my invasion of privacy. I was at work and when I leave my phone in the back the service cutts off so the gps had to be glitching. Why am I even explaining myself to you?" I say. I felt that if he didn't trust me, why are we even together? He then decided to take another initiative and slap me. "Why are you fucking lying to me?!" he said. Mind you if I was lying, I would be telling you on this book but I never was. The man of my dreams just slapped the fuck out of me like he was my pimp and I was his prostitute. I was so shocked but I kicked him away from me, I was still sitting on the sofa. He ended up coming back towards me and we got on our first physical fight. I would say it was bad but it was ugly. He grabbed this little statue from the counter and threw it at me, I kept fighting him off. Then he grabbed his lamp and swung it and I'm looking at his face. This man is so angry and I am not able to calm him down. I then grab him and slam him on the wall, he hits this huge picture frame on the wall and it falls and completely shatters. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!" he screamed the loudest i've ever heard and he's throwing my backpack and my phone and everything out of his house and he slams the door and locks me out. I'm without my shoes on the ground with my shirt stretched out. My stuff is completely scattered around. I just start crying and with no clue of what to do. I want to go back home but i'm embarrassed at how i'll look to my family. "Ron! Give me my shoes!" I tell him. "Oh you want your shoes bitch?" he responds. I just then hear a complete break down in the house and 10 minutes later my shoes are thrown out his door all cutt up and destroyed. "Fuck you Ron.." I say and just put them on the best way possible and found my way back home.