I left my abusive husband after twelve years of marriage for a better life, not for myself but for my three children. I had no skills and had no idea how I would support my children, for sure I knew I could not depend on their father’s financial support. I prayed God would show me the way, he did. I started a housecleaning business, worked doing school hours. The smiles on their faces everyday made scrubbing my fingers to the bone worth every housecleaning job I did. I had everything under control I thought, had many clients enough so I didn’t have to work so hard anymore, I hired women to work for me. I saved enough money to take my children to Disneyland, Bahama’s, and most important enough time in the day to be there for them.
By now my children are in their teens, my brother decided to open a New York style Pub in New Jersey, asked if I would manage it, I was all for it. Now I had two business to run, my cleaning business in the day and management at night. My children were very well taken care of and I did it all on my own. It was hard at times but again it meant more to me to keep the smiles on their faces then the sleep I did without.
After two years managing my brother’s pub I came to know many people who became regulars, one day a stranger walked in, we got to talking, he seemed like a very nice person, worked for UPS. As time went on we began to date, I brought him home to meet my children, at first they liked him. After six months he asked me to marry him, I accepted. We wed on August 19, 1990, December 3, 1990, I found myself fighting for my life as he tried to kill me.
