mr_convict tender_square three years and nine months. brea has been waiting on justice for three years and nine months. yesterday, all of her courageous efforts materialized in a conviction for the ex-boyfriend who physically attacked her without provocation. she called him “psycho” after, never referring to the man she once loved by his name again. now that he’s been taken to jail, she changed his moniker to “mr. convict.” he’ll be in jail for fifteen months. apparently, he looked like he was going to cry when the sentence was read; he and his lawyer both believed he’d get off again. this was not the first time he’d been to court for domestic assault. he told my sister that in the previous altercation he had with his ex-wife that he did it out of self-defense because she pulled a knife on him. he isn’t to have any contact with my sister whatsoever. the judge presiding over the case made this clear several times as she delivered her verdict. the night of the attack, brea locked herself in the bathroom to put space between them during a fight. he ripped the door off the hinges. he backed her into shower stall and called her a “coward.” when she moved to the bedroom, he put his arm around her neck and choked her to the point where she nearly lost consciousness. as she lay on the bed struggling to catch her breath, he threw her ankles over her head and she somersaulted off the mattress and landed on her head against the floor. he said to her, “you pushed me to this; bet you take me seriously now.” then he went downstairs. brea was worried about her dog, because psycho had been verbally abusive to him before, and so she crated her dog to keep him safe. psycho started hurling potatoes at the kitchen floor and telling my sister “clean it up, bitch.” he had never spoken to her this way before. she began cleaning the kitchen, and as she was bent over, psycho struck her with an open hand on the back of her neck. he then went to the crate and lifted the dog off the ground by his collar, high above his head and said “i swear to god, i will break him in half.” he dropped her dog to the floor from three feet off the ground. at this point, my sister had her dog run to the back door and she grabbed her wallet and keys and fled without shoes on. she locked herself and her dog in her car. at the end of the alleyway, she noticed a couple of cop cars. she decided she felt safe enough to go back in the house to get her cell phone, shoes, and laptop given that there was help nearby. she kept the dog in the car. when she tried to hop a fence to get back to the house, she saw psycho charging at her with a baseball bat. she went back to the car and caught her breath. she knocked on his front door and told him the cops were close and to make a better choice; she wanted her personal effects because she knew he would destroy them. she grabbed her items and as she prepared to leave, he charged at her with a broom, wound up and struck her in the face as though her head were a baseball. it wasn’t until she ran back to her car that she felt the blood on her face, the searing pain, the realization that she could not see out of her left eye. when he took the stand to testify his side of the story months ago, he told the court that he still loved my sister. 211102 ... tender_square CORRECTION: it should say three years and nine days (not months). 211102 what's it to you? who go blather from