Once over 30 years ago, I had moved to a large city by myself I was still a teenager. I was wild and running the streets and for some reason this night I decided to carry a ice pick with me, this is kind of personal and I hope that it doesn't offend anyone, but I got in a car with this guy and he decided to rape my, so in the process of this terrible act I pulled out the icepick and stuck him in the back with it. He jumped up and immediately started to pounding on my face with his fist asking me where the icepick was and he started looking for it fiercely but couldn't find it. I was scared to death because I knew that if he would have found it he probably would have killed me, after awhile after he couldn't find it he decided to let me out of the car and as I was getting out I saw the icepick. Is this just a coincidence?
Another incident is when I was still "out there" I was living with this guy and I had gotten a phone call from another guy at his lady friends house right across from us because we didn't have a phone, so I go an answer the phone, afterwards I go back to the house and my "so called" boyfriend pulled a pistol out on me and points it directly at my head, so I put my hand up to protect myself and he shoots, my thumb catches the bullet and it lodges in the wall behind me, is this coincidence or not? I thank you in advance if you read this and reply to it.