My ex husband tried to kill me. I'd never meet him.

One night, I went to a party. I had a lot to drink, and I ended up hooking up with this guy, and I thought he was nice enough, so I didn't mind. He drove me home and we didn't sleep together. He said he wanted to keep things simple. I said fine.<br><br>The next day, I went to work. In the afternoon, my boss said there was a guy to see me. I thought it was a friend who was dropping by, and I was annoyed at first, but then I saw him. The guy from the night before. And he said he was my husband. He said that he had been married to me for years. I told him that we had just met. He said that he had been pretending to be someone else so he could meet me. I told him that I wasn't interested in him. And he said he would prove to me that I was meant for him. He tried to kiss me, but I refused. And he said that I was making this harder than it had to be. He said that I just needed to give him a chance. I told him that I didn't want to give him a chance. And he said that I was making a mistake. And then he left.<br><br>That night, he showed up at my apartment. He was angry, and he tried to rape me. But I fought him, and I got away. And I ran. And I called the police. And I filed for divorce.<br><br>And that was the last time that I saw him. But I never forgot. And I never forgave myself. And I never let myself forget what he had done to me. And I never let myself forgive myself. And I never let myself be with anyone again.