Dear David Rocha JR
Congratulations on sealing your case files, the ones that show the world how you beat me in front of you sister Megan’s kids on February 28th 2017. I’ll never forget you storming into house, demanding to see my phone. Accusing me of cheating on you with a wrong phone number that I now looking back can see was a setup from the start. I’ll never forget begging for my life as you pinned me down punching my face, my body, everywhere. My broken laptops and all my smashed phones were replaceable but my safety wasn’t, that took years to feel again. It was always that damn phone wasn’t it, it was the same reason you shoved my head through my apartment wall. I remember trying to desperately to keep my friends but you took that away too, either dragging me out physically or whispering lies to them. Sometimes I see go back and look through all those messages all those girls sent me after you told them how much of a liar I was, oh remember the 16yr girl you hung out with to make me jealous! Crazy, that’s exactly how I felt when I was with you.
Does she know? After 7 years you just moved in together but does she know why it took so long, what those apartment managers would ask you about. Does she know the monster you can be when you don’t have complete control. I’m happy you never left that nowhere town, with those now nobody people. Just because the record is sealed doesn’t mean I won’t forget and I certainly won’t let other forget either. Forgiveness without recompense or justice or just permission after all.
