She sends me a screenshot:
I shiver, thinking back to the domestic violence advocate’s stats around strangulation.
Surely he would never kill me, though.Would he?
There’s no way I could be living with a murderer.
Me:
I know.
Alice:
I love you, Margaux. But I don’t trust you’re in a safe situation right now.
So I’m scared for you.
I’d love to be wrong. But, in case I’m not, I’d like to be safe.
Me:
He’s over at the tents again. In the middle of the night.
Alice:
Yeah, this is a pattern. He’s going to be like that forever.
Me:
I’m not okay with it. Clearly.
Alice:
Good.
So what will YOU do?
Me:
Well. He asked me the other day if I would move on when he was doing his jail sentence for driving without a license (his sentencing is next Monday). And I said, ‘No, but if you keep leaving at night I will move on.’
And here we are.
Alice:
He’s been doing it.
Me:
Yeah, this is the first time since we had the conversation.
He literally promised me yesterday he wouldn’t do this, and then he had vodka and decided he couldn’t sleep.
Ranted about how his ex used to ‘make him lie there in the dark’ and then ran off when I was asleep.
Alice:
Promises from people without integrity are just statements without weight.