Hi, my name is Nicole Boyer a.k.a. Nikki~MFing~Burton. I’m asking for help. Please, I’ve struggled since leaving my abusive husband. Our divorce was almost a full three-year-long struggle. I married a narcissistic 6’1” 265 lbs jackass that claimed a 5’3” ‘little ole’ 120 lbs NURSE! “Me,” he said, ha, get this, “I was an abuser.” The divorce went all the way to trial! He contested every single thing! I had sent multiple offers, at least four! I paid $2500 per offer to send him an offer! He asked for an offer too, even! Well, his lawyer did anyway… I never got one single counter offer or any offers whatsoever from him, not a single one! My ex-husband was using the court system to continue to abuse me! I was working overnights at the nursing home because I had quit my job at the hospital because I was way too frazzled from my divorce, helping my twin sister out for 6 months, my mom using me, and my so-called boyfriend of 6 months cheating with my ex’s sister, who is 7 or so years older than me and I’m 12 years older than my man, while I was working weekends option, therefore every single weekend! All, I mean just; UGH~EVERYTHING happening simultaneously! So, my wages were garnished at a job that I no longer had. I didn’t know until trying to do my taxes. Because why on Earth would my super-expensive divorce lawyer fight for me?! Like, fight against me getting sanctioned to pay my husband’s divorce lawyer $1,500 for missing a court date related to the fact that I am M~Fing pay him? Or that I worked over-nights, or maybe the other fact that, I stupidly thought my divorce attorney should, oh, I dunno, like, work, and maybe, just maybe, Fight For Me! I worked the night before and accidentally fell asleep after work prior to court! Wtf man, now, I can’t pay my federal taxes and in order to renew my nursing license, I must pay my taxes. I need to get a lawyer for that and I need another lawyer because my ex poisoned me with “lunch” he gave me Gatorade and Chinese food. And my stomach was killing me after that! I was crying and screaming out, in pain, yelps, begging him to take me to the hospital! He gets me down, and out of the truck; and helps me walk (which I could barely do, I was stumbling!) into some title max, mind you, that I have no idea where the heck I am; I had been crying out and doubled over in the seat with my knees touching my chest laying in a fetal position in the front passenger seat with my feet up hanging out the window; in pain and vomitting for hours at this point. My ex-husband was abusive in an extremely controlling way while together. He would tell me how I was “allowed” to think, talk, dress, act, and with whom I can talk to (for which, anyone and everyone that I was “allowed” to talk to, the phone must be on speakerphone, of course! He had hidden cameras all throughout our house! He would shove me with his forearms and scream when I did anything he didn’t like, “I’m not hitting you! I’m not using my fists!” and I would tell him that you don’t have to use your fists to hit someone. Please, stop hitting me! So, fast-forward to the last time! March 7, well actually, March 8, 2023, at about 00:25. I had just graduated from the nursing program two years prior; my husband had known that I had been drinking earlier in the night with his brother, my brother-in-law, at the PBA or Potosi Bowling Alley, as we did every Monday night "Bowling Night" and I did not plan to drive, but on the way home, we stopped at a friend‘s house and I saw one of my old coworker’s daughters there, and she was not sure if she is wanting to go to college or not she mentioned to me. She’s just graduating high school and I’m like, girl, come on, just go to college and get a degree! Do it while you’re young and! You have your parents' help and I said because you don’t wanna have to rely on a man! Fuck me! My husband flew off the handle, and I went home and I packed my things into my 2019 Dodge Challenger and I was driving over to my mom’s and dad‘s house in Cadet, from my house in Bismarck. I was on 21 heading northbound. My husband was chasing me down! He called the cops and told them that I was drinking and driving! I had voluntarily pulled over, cause I was in front of him at pretty high rates of speed, on Highway 21 to get away from him, because he was chasing me down. I decided to stop! I’m a moron because I still would have gone back to him at this point, which was why I pulled over! It was to talk to him. But after sitting in Potosi Walmart parking lot for about 10-15 minutes and my husband didn’t come and try to chat with me, I decided to leave and keep going to my mom's. Unknowingly, to me, he had called the fuzz! I go to pull away and bloop bloop, Fuck! Ma’am! It’s all in the police report! He was told multiple times by the dispatcher to stop chasing me! He would not stop chasing me! So, I was pulling into Walmart parking lot thinking I may go back to him at that point, right; and to see if we would apologize to each other, I guess I didn’t see the cop and I couldn’t see out my windows. I had luggage in my car and it's a 2019 Dodge Challenger RT, which, you can’t exactly see hardly shit out of anyway, with the tinted windows; so, you know, I waited like 15 minutes after pulling in the Walmart parking lot for Ex to come over and talk to me and he never did! So, I went to pull away, to keep going to my parents' house and; bloop, bloop! Supposedly, failed field sobriety, but he was still explaining the rules and it had not started, yet. All I did was switch my weight on my hips! He was a very young cop with something to prove! He’s a mean man, too! Because after I was arrested, and I was in the jail, trying to blow into their breathalyzer that was older than me and I'm forty years old at that time I can’t blow for long enough and hard enough because I have asthma for it to work and then he was screaming at me, the cop that is, like he asked me if I would submit to a blood test and I said yeah whatever and he’s like it’s a yes or no question screaming at me! Then, I just shut down because I have PTSD because my husband! Therefore, I just froze couldn’t say anything or do anything. They gave me a refusal and then I spent a week at Phelps County Hospital in the "Nut Hut!" Cause the cop said, " your husband is the one who called us and told us that you were drinking and driving." I freaked and said, " I don't want to live if I can't be a Registered Nurse because I thought the DUI would make me lose my nursing license. So, I was in the looney bin for almost a full 7 days. They did not count your 72-hour hold except for from 9 AM to 5 PM Monday through Friday. I was there for almost a full seven days, for a 72 hours hold, which is four days! Absolutely crazy, I know when I finally got out and got to my work at Mercy Jefferson Med 2 unit. I walked on the unit with my bags from the hospital with my little hygiene products and they all ran up to me saying, "OMG, you are alive!! We thought he killed you!?" I didn’t realize how bad it was until after I left cause I guess I was so blinded by my love for him. Please help me get my nursing license back! I'm begging for your help! I love and appreciate you! XoXoXo