Timeline 7-Trip to Disney

In February of 2017 Dick decided to book a trip to Disney World. He decided very last minute, and I’m not a last minute type of person. I decided to go anyways. He had to look like a hotshot, so he got us a limo for the ride to the airport, he didn’t realize how expensive it would be though. At least it looked good for Facebook. Anyone that knows Dick knows he’s obsessed like looking like a hotshot on social media. Anyways, we decided to enjoy all of the parks. One of the first days of the trip we decided to take his son down to Downtown Disney. We wanted to eat at one of the restaurants there and take his son to the Lego store.

My mom either called or texted me as soon as we got to downtown Disney. She said that the doctors found a spot on my grandma’s lungs and they thought it was cancer. I got sad, but I was trying not to ruin the trip. Dick started asking me what was wrong and I said nothing I will talk to you about it later. That was the wrong thing to say because he flipped shit. He instantly started screaming at me. At this point I just ended up telling him thinking that would calm him down. I was wrong! He continued to scream at me while I balled. He walked away and I ended up staying with his son. When he walked back by us he was still angry. He made his son and I take a picture in front of the Lego store, you can tell I was crying. We went in the store and looked around and ended up getting in our sweet minivan and going back to the hotel. He screamed all the way back to the hotel that he was just trying to give us a good vacation and it was ruined.

A picture my abuser's son made me!

When we got back to the hotel I went into the bedroom and I lay in bed crying. Dick left the hotel, but before he left he told his 7 year old son to go lay with me. His son came and laid on my belly hugging me saying, “Its ok, dad doesn’t mean to be mean to you. He’s just hangry.” We laid there for probably about an hour by ourselves. By the time Dick got back to the hotel his son was sleeping. I got up so Dick could sleep with his son and I went into the other bedroom to go to sleep. I was still extremely upset. He ended up coming in by me to apologize. I told him that it was fine I was getting on the first flight home in the morning. I didn’t go on vacation to be trapped and screamed at for a week. He started crying telling me that he just fucks everything up. I ended up feeling guilty because he was crying, so I forgave him and told him I would stay. He pressured me into having sex with him saying that it would make everything better. I knew it wouldn’t make anything better for me, but I did as he pleased to try and make him happy!

Good old Lego Store!