I have to write it out for my lawyer anyway, so: Around Christmas, my son Bryce and his gf suggested that their friend Justin move in and rent a room from me. In a few days he was moved in, love-bombing me, fixing things around the house, texting me every day, long talks, movies, etc. After about a week and a half he started drinking a lot more and having violent mood swings. His wife had a no contact order against him and he said she had "stolen" his house. He told me about things like, getting beat up by IFPD outside of a bar, then began coming home telling me about drunken fights he had just been in, including one that gave him a large lump on the back of his head that was causing him a lot of pain. There was an incident where I was drinking (I have only drank 3 times in the last 6 months, fyi) and we had sex and then he said i had "made him," so I called the police and asked them to remove him from my home. They told us that he was a "legal tenant" after 2 weeks of staying there (nothing in writing). And that was when he got the idea to "steal" my home from me, like his ex supposedly did to him. The next day he borrowed $200 from a friend and Venmoed me $200 for "rent." A day later, he left and I locked him out and told him not to come back. He broke in through a window and the police again refused to remove him from my home. Said, "It was like him breaking into his own home." He sat in his room, next to mine and texted and shouted horrible things at me. Actually TOLD ME he was planning to get a no contact order against me and keep my home. I threatened him with a hammer (I just wanted him out of my house). At that point he threw me up against the wall, choking me and punching me in the head while screaming "fucking bitch" in my face. I was able to bonk him on the head with the side of the hammer. Then he bent me over to where i couldn't breathe and was pulling my hair, so bad it hurt for weeks. I realized I was going to die there, so I went limp to make him think I passed out. He let me go and I went to my room and called 911. He would be in my house now, if he had not had a change of heart and moved out. Anyways, the police arrested ME and he continues to deny beating me nearly to death. He was very careful to only punch me in my hairline during the beating he gave me. I spent 4 weeks in jail, then 5 days in BHC after a botched suicide attempt due to my losing both my jobs and my life basically being destroyed. I am facing felony charges with a possibility of 15 years in prison and a $50,000 fine. I cannot work as a nurse and may lose my nursing license. He is in jail in another county for beating up a cop. He apparently has a long violent criminal history.

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