The best decisions aren’t made with your mind, but with your instinct. – Lionel Mess
In fear of Luke’s expert manipulative and violent nature, while in shock, and in fear, I did not report the crime, and this was a serious misstep in judgment. Luke counted on this. It was at this juncture that I began to lose my personal power. It was slipping through my fingers.
The next day, Luke contacted me via text: “What happened last night? Where is my car? How did I get home?” Still in shock, I met him to look him in the face and tell him very specifically what had happened the night before.
Luke saw the bruising, and scrapes, and red marks around my neck. Luke was visibly shaken and said to me, “I will get rid of the guns, and I will stop drinking and get help.” I informed Luke that I supported him in this but that I would never spend any time around him again if he consumed any alcohol at all. Luke nodded his head.
His response to me seemed scripted and mechanical, and while he may have felt a grain of remorse, he made these statements to dissuade me from reporting and confuse me. I felt very confused. I never did spend time around him again while he had alcohol in his system, that I knew of or could tell. It was at this time that a slow fog seemed to roll in.
You are asking, or wondering, why I met with him in person? That is not a simple answer, and still to this day, each time I think of those days immediately following my attack, I think back to a a foggy memory, out of power, lacking power, and good decision making.
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