I was brought up and raised to believe that being a woman that my role in life was to get married as soon as possible and have children. I married at the age of fifteen and miscarried my first baby by the age of sixteen. My husband was only seventeen and I being so young and ignorant believed that everything that he said was true. He soon started drinking and hitting me on a regular basis and I always believed that it was my fault because he said I made him mad and it was my fault. My first child was born in 1983.
The abuse and drinking continued and he just wouldn’t work and I stayed. In 1997, I decided that he couldn’t hurt me anymore than he had already. I got me a job, stood up to him, had put a little bit of money back, had me an apartment lined up, told myself that I didn’t care if he came after me and tried to kill me as he had done numerous times before; I couldn’t take it anymore. But in the spring of 1998 at the age of thirty-six, I discovered that I was pregnant with my second child. I had never been on my own and I was scared. How in the world would I make it with two kids on my own?
So I stayed five more years until Mr. Wonderful decided he wasn’t happy and started running around with a co-worker the same age as our oldest child. My best friend caught him in the local WalMart in the Barbie doll isle, ran back to the photo department, bought a disposable camera, and took their pictures and the idiot tried to convince me that it was a lie; that my friend altered the pictures. Of course I knew it was true, but I let him come back for my five-year-old, but within two weeks he was back at it again to the point that he was fired from his job over her. Well I was through. It took me two long years and a lot of money, but I finally divorced him. Every time that I filed a divorce, he stopped and appealed it until we finally went before a judge and he granted me a divorce.
During all this I met a wonderful man that treats me like a princess, lets me be me, and absolutely loves it when my inner child comes out. I was not allowed to do anything and I just feel so happy now. My husband now has been through some hard times; we both had nothing, but through hard work and dedication we have a nice home that we have completely paid for. We owe no great debt and lead a wonderful happy life .We are always kind to others and share what we have to those who need it. I love helping others. For so long I couldn’t and it feels great and I am a true believer in what goes around comes around so I treat people the way I treat others so my next story will be about my ex and what has come around to him. I would just like to say thank you for allowing me to speak my piece
