I guess it got worse (the abuse) when we moved to Virginia. We lived there for over seven years. By then I had two more children and I was working full-time. I was trying to make the best of it, but I knew I was not happy and I also knew I was stuck with him for the rest of my life! The abuse (physical and verbal) was almost to hard to bare. I would find myself running and hiding in the back streets of our neighborhood so he couldn’t find me. I thought my children deserved better than what they were getting and what it was doing to them. A dear friend advised me to leave him and that is what I did. I took the kids and moved out of the house and filed for divorce.
Oh, it took years to finally put it all behind me and my children are a bit aware of what happened. I tell them no lies and although they do see their father once in great while, they do not want to live with him. My ex has married again and yeah he hits his new wife (she called to tell me so) but they are still together. I know I do not want to be in that joy ride (smile) again. I learned a valuable lesson. It took years but I for one is glad I made the move, albeit painful and financially daunting, but I did it! I must move on!
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