Soylent Night

She was being verbally abusive again. I repeatedly asked her not to speak to me like that. After eating dinner at her parents' home she continued to speak to me in a disrespectful and dehumanizing manner, so I got out of her Audi. Of course, this upset her and she chased me down the street, yelling into the silent suburban air. I refused to go back to the car. I told her if she wanted me to go with her, she could pick me up where I stood. I was being incredibly stubborn, but I had a damn good reason for my behavior. She went back to the car and I stood around for a bit, thinking maybe she would pick me up. She did not return, and I was glad. I decided, masochistically, that I needed a physical reminder of my emotional pain. So I went walking and kept walking.

I was lost. I waved my arms and tried to ask people at intersections for directions. I tried asking politely. I tried shouting. But no one wanted to help because Boulder is the most self-absorbed land on Earth. Exactly where I belonged in that moment. I walked miles in the wrong directions. Eventually I went into a hospital emergency room because that's all I could find that was open before 6am on Christmas Day. The guy at the front desk gave me directions so I could walk back and get my shit from her house before driving back to my apartment.

I walked at least 15 miles, from 2am - 9am, in zero degree weather, and She wanted to have a 'conversation' when I got to her house. She wanted to know why I left her car even though I had already told her exactly why. And no answer I gave satisfied her. She wasn't letting me leave her room. I had my things in my arms and couldn't physically move her from the doorway. Even when I successfully moved her a couple feet away, I'd try to open the door and she would slam it shut. I was incredibly exhausted after walking all night and She had slept. I tried to escape through a bedroom window, but She pulled me away. I was left with two options: Break her. Or break her things and hopefully She would let me leave. Well, I'm not going to hit her, so I told her if she didn't let me go I would start kicking shit. She didn't let me go. I started kicking shit. And She still didn't let me leave until, finally, her roommates came in and asked me to go, and all I could say to them was "THANK YOU THANK YOU" as I got the rest of my stuff and left. One of them said, "I know it's not your fault" as I was escaping, so perhaps her roommates understood what was happening better than I could. Perhaps they observed similar reigns of control over her previous lovers.
"She makes all her boyfriends miserable."
She's "Harsh." "Demanding." "Insensitive." She's an "uncompromising bitch."
"Didn't anyone tell you not to date [her] before you moved here?"
No.
But if someone had warned me, would I have bothered to listen? Love is blind as They say.

I moved here to have a relationship with her, play music for people, and escape the Midwest.
At least I accomplished one of my goals.

You are right, Levon.
Woman is The Devil.

Damn.
I love women, and one terrible incident isn't going to make me start hating all women. I just don't think I'll be dating any more Aries girls. Fire and water don't mix. Remember that, kids.
Or don't. It's your life. Find out for yourself. How many things would you have done differently, had someone warned you beforehand?
I have no regrets.