When I was 18 years old I was in college classes for cosmetology and one of the girls wanted to introduce me to her friend. He was single, nice looking, and had a place of his own. I agreed and we talked on the phone a time or two and on Jan. 28 we went out on a blind date. He seemed nice enough, and well we started dating after that. I moved in with him in Feb. and then shortly after that is when the fun began. He would get really angry at me for stupid stuff and we would fight. Next thing I knew he hit me. I always said I wouldn't be with a man that beat me for any reason. Guess what? We got married 8/5/95 just 2 days after me graduating from college! We were married for 3 years 23 days and 11 hours. In that time I was beaten, had glass plates thrown in my face, made to things sexually that not even an animal should have to do, and mentally and emotionally abused almost daily. I would leave but he always came back and apologized and PROMISED to never do it again. So I would go back. About 2 years into the marriage I came up pregnant. I was so happy and he acted like he was. I hoped for the best and prayed it would work out. I was raised that once you get married you stayed married. Divorce wasn't an option for me because my dad taught me that we married in the eyes of God and the Bible says to not part. I had, had enough and starting studying the Bible more myself and learned he was right. In July 98 my Son was born and Eric my Ex-husband now became a totally different person. Prior to the baby I wasn't always allowed to talk to my family but now he has quit his job so he can make sure I don't see or talk to any of them. When my son was 1 month and o1 day old I had enough and I called my dad to come pick me up! One month and 1 day after I left I was doing my paper route, Eric was in Jury duty, and my sister was riding with me to help deliver papers. Sounds great I know but what happens next will floor you! Eric called and asked could we talk? I said yes I suppose and he meet me where I pick up my papers. He go t into the passenger seat and then he reached over and grabbed me and put his foot on the gas pedal. We came so close to hitting a toddler boy in the day care yard. Needless to say after I survived this I wasn't going NO WHERE Around him again.
The scariest thing I have ever done was leave him for good. He promised that he would kill me if I did and that no other man would ever want me. I was no good, and any negative thing you can imagine. I took a chance in a man killing me and me busting Hell wide open to prove to the world that I didn't have to take i anymore.