Jail/Court/DVOR

Basically I shouldn't have been with him to begin with.  I was going to break up with him two weeks into us dating, but didn't.  I really should have.  Just know that he's been addicted to pills for years and at multiple points in our relationship he told me he had stopped, but I don't think he ever really did.
In December of last year I told him that I didn't think I was in love with him like I should have been.  He then started to rip up some of my books (and his own, thinking they were mine, ha) and he broke the cd he got me for my birthday.  I snapped.  I started hitting him and then scratched his back deep enough to make him bleed, and I left scars.  Bad scars.  My parents broke it up, but stupidly I still stayed with him.
In February he was late to hang out with me, so when he finally got to my house I was already pissed off.  We started fighting, and he was going to leave.  I went out to say goodbye to him when he was sitting in his car, door open, and on the phone.  I looked down into the little door handle area and saw 20-30 pills.  He told me they weren't his, but he had a history of selling them.  (He stole money from me and also stole my step-dad's Vicodin.)  I had told him to begin with that if he was hanging out with people that did pills, it was over.
Anyway, I grabbed all the pills, went out to my back deck, and threw them into my backyard.  I then went back to his car, grabbed his hair, and threw him on the ground.  And then we started beating the crap out of each other.  I know at one point he hit my head pretty hard against the ground, and later he had me against the garage door and was choking me.  It was at that point that the neighbor came over and pulled him off of me and told him never to come back here again.  The fight was COMPLETELY mutual, I just don't remember what all I did to him, I just know that I had every intention of seriously hurting him.
After he left I called one of my best friends from church and she called the cops just to have them come make sure that we were all okay and stuff.  I told the cops what happened, and admitted I had started it, and so they took me to jail.  I was just in holding for a couple of hours and then they let me go.
I thought the charges had been dropped, but then in August I got a notice to appear in court.  Granted, in June he filed a false police report against me after I had him arrested for trespassing (that's another story entirely), and so that got this all back into motion.  And so now I go to trial in December, so we'll see.

(I don't remember writing this, but I'll pick up where this left off.)
It's now January and when I went to court in December I had to decide whether or not to take the case to trial.  I decided against it because if Beau had shown up to court I would most likely be convicted since I admitted that I was the one that started the fight.  So instead I opted to take the DVOR classes for 32 weeks (it's a domestic violence awareness and prevention program basically).  I started going on January 8th and I should be done on August 13th; it's $43 per class.