For the first time in my life, I have a broken bone, but it’s not from any fall or any accident, it was from the hands of a man…that man being my soon-to-be ex husband Marc.
Despite the fact I made the effort to physically remove myself from LA…and the entire USA, he still had nothing better to do then to follow me here to Paris, a place that was supposed to be my sanctuary away from everything that has gone back in California.
Shortly after Luc left for a few an appointment he has (Luc has picked up a few appointments as a male escort here in Paris), Marc showed up at the door of the house we were staying in. At the time,I have no idea how he found me.
As soon as I had opened the door, he pushed me inside. I won’t go over what happened next, but it left me with enough bruising and pain to last me a lifetime…and a broken arm which came as a result of a fall.
I am damn sure he would have probably killed me, if not for someone arriving at that very moment. It was my friend from Los Angeles, Jean Marc, who maxed out his credit card and put his reinstated job at the Apple Store on hold to come see Luc and I. He walked right into what was happening between Marc and I and called the police and Marc was arrested.
Not only is my body broken, I am emotionally broken and not quite sure I will be the same for a while…
i really hope you get better physically and emotional. its really hard to get over the emotional pain but i think hopefully with some good friends to talk to will be on your way to being healed. i wish you the best x