I understand, I’ve been there. I had to stay with my sister once, and my brother in law would pat my but when I was behind the counter making my son’s dinner plate. If I seen him coming I would rush out of there, pretending I had to suddenly use the bathroom or something. He happened to have a friend who lived a few houses away, who happened to have left his wife in order to marry his wife’s sister, who just happened to have my same first name. To make matters worse, my sister watched a soap opera showing a husband cheating on his wife with his sister, who also had my first name. I know it sounds unbelievable, but it’s all true.
One day he was driving me home and said “Let’s stop by my friend’s house.” I said I really didn’t want to, but he said it will just take a minute. He brought me into a pull barn, where only his friend was. He asked me if I wanted a beer, I said no, but they kept insisting, but I kept saying no. Then his friend asked me all these questions like do I think my brother in law is cute? And saying things like how he would spend so much money on me if he divorced my sister and married me, and joked about how he’d still have the same mother in law like he does.
After turning him down in front of his friend, his flirting turned to anger. Meanwhile, my sister was saying that she knows it’s not my fault that the soap opera had that situation going on, but said something’s not right. She asked if I had feelings for her husband, I told her the truth- no. But I didn’t say everything cause I was afraid of being on the street with my four year old son.
One day my son was playing in the basement with his cousin, he swung a jump rope around, hitting his cousin’s finger by accident. I heard yelling and my sister and I ran into the house. He had tore after my son threatening to kill him. He lifted him up against the basement wall, with his feet dangling high off the floor. I shouted “Let him go!” And when he turned and looked at me, my son ran up the stairs crying. He was behind me, and I was in my nephew’s bedroom doorway, blocking him. He said if I don’t move so that he could get to my son that he’d beat me to death. That was the one moment in my life that I had the most adrenaline, and stared him in the eyes with the look of death, if he touched my son, I would fight to the death. That’s when I knew I had to get out of there.
Don’t wait, go to a shelter if you have to. Anyone who crosses such lines also puts your kids in danger!