When you have known someone since you were 19 yrs old, and a good friend thinks that you and the other male (Art) will be perfect for each other you start to wonder if its true.
But life happened between the ages of 19 and 35. When I was 35 I met up with Art again, and this time we decided to try a relationship. The problem started when he wanted me to hit him on the back with a belt buckle. He told me I was an asshole chicken shit if I didnt do it, then he tried to tell the cops I hit him for no reason.
Trying to keep me from my friends, I thought he just wanted to spend time with me. Art got arrested in Pittsfield Mass, in 1999. When he went to court he got 20 yrs suspended if he would leave the state. He talked me into it having me believe that things would be different if he only lived someplace else. We went to Portsmouth NH, where we lived in a tent for a few months then we went to the shelter where he told me I had to tell them we were married. By that time I was so afraid of what he would do if I didnt agree I went along with it. He didnt like Portsmouth to much (2 many arrests for being drunk) we went to Orlando, FL where we lived in a week in a tent.
We then went to New Orleans. LA where we got robbed when we came out of the bus station and instead of getting help we lived under some trees on a hotel property. Art was still getting drunk and he had it easier, the vodka in NO is 100% . He got arrested on the River Walk for sleeping on a bench when I was in the bathroom, I came out cause someone was telling me what happened. He wanted me to hit a cop so he wouldnt get arrested, yeah but I would have. He got arrested and I went back up to Portsmouth. In January of 2000 he came back to Portsmouth where again he wanted us to live in a tent cause he didnt like the rules in the shelter. He had me believing at that time that I couldnt make it without him. For 7 months we lived in a tent in the Urban Forestry Center on Lafayette Road in Portsmouth. He got arrested again when we got into a fight at the gas station, at that time I was working for a retail store in Portsmouth, Art had gotten arrested for drunk /disorderly, and trying to choke me.He also set fire to our tent in the forestry center and blamed it on a friend of his. I am sorry you got blamed for it Harold, and when he got out he demanded that I not go to work. When I tld him no he tore my glasses off my face slapped me and got arrested again for hitting me. I went to a dv shelter where I kept my job and they helped me get a car and move into a small room. I was finally able to get my own apartment BUT when he got out he threatened me so much that I had to let him in the apt even though I was afraid not to. I was on pain meds for a back injury and he constantly stole my meds and snorted them. He got arrested numerous times after that, it was so bad the cops offered him a bus ticket to Utah, but he refused to go unless I went with him and I wasnt going, so I got blamed the next time again when he got arrested.
To the abuser it is never their fault, it is always the fault of the person the are making their victim.
In 2003 when he was in Brentwood Jail in Rockingham NH he called and said we were moving to Cornville Maine. He said yet again if he lives in a different place he wont get arrested. I started noticing the pattern, no matter where we lived he got arrested. It wasnt the town It was him.
This was from Pittsfield to Portsmouth via Orlando FL and New Orleans LA.
Portsmouth to Maine will come later
