I met the kids father when I was 15. I thought I was in love and eventually I really was in love with him. I seen all the red flags, but didn’t know how to interpret them because I was also raised in a home of abuse.

The first time he hit me was one year into our relationship. It escalated through the years and I unfortunately was sucked into trauma bond and the cycle of abuse. I only seen the good (or the person I wanted him to be). I blamed his drug use for the reason he would ever hurt me. I forgave and continued to love someone who hurt me. I wish I had know before that love shouldn’t hurt. I was trapped and though I seen the light at the end of the dark road of abuse, I didn’t know how to reach it. Years passed by and before I knew it I was a stay at home mom with five kids within 10 years.

No one gets married just to wake up one day and decide you no longer want to be with that person. Usually, it’s years of mistakes, inconsistency, lies, or promises that are not met. For me, I was abused. I was abused in every way a person could be.

On May 25th, 2021, I decided I no longer wanted to go through the hell and pain any longer. A few days past and the kids and I went four hours away to live with my sister. September of that year I went back thinking things were changed. I quickly realized they hadn’t changed and now the control and abuse was worse. That light I seen, was beginning to get dimmer and dimmer. I knew I had to get him away and that it was effecting the kids.

On April 14th, 2022, I was finally able to brake free.

There are many things I didn’t cover within this blog. I wanted to give a small bit of my life and the life I suffered through.

If you are being abused please call the Domestic Violence Hotline 1-800-799-7233.