My store begins after a 16 year relationship with a alcoholic. My ex decided to leave the state without a trace.I had no support and had four kids to take care of. I had a hard time and was unable to take care of my kids and I. A man came into my life and offered to take care of me and my four kids. Little did I know this man was very abussive and the next four years was riddled with tramatic abussive events. I went through mental and phycical abuse. I was told I was told I was NOTHING, and I began TO BELIEVE that.When we would fight he would take my car keys and telephone away from me so a could not get help. Many times the police would come because someone would report DV,and the police would come and leave sometimes acting like I WAS THE BAD GUY even after seeing trama and fear in my eyes. He offen would wake me up in the middle of the night to fight with me. One morning he was in a adussive rage and I try to run out the door, and he slammed my head in the metal front door. I unconcious for a bit and came to when he was kicking me and telling me to get up. I stood up and a very large contussion was on my temple. I was in and out of passing out, I thought if I could just go out on the porch I would smell the air and not die. I felt death was upon me . Chris kept me in a room for one week keeping me from the phone and the hospital. When he let me out of the house a couple of weeks later I began to devise a plan to get out. The DV group for women helped me leave after seeing my black eyes and brusing. I would offen try to hide my black eyes with makeup and my work was getting upset with my missed days.I forgot to tell you one of the saddest parts of my story. I had a baby boy with this man befor I know how evel he was. When I LEFT this man he began to stalk me and sneek around my house,and I had to go underground moving from place to place. He went for custody of my baby boy and got custody because I did not have a permanate place to live. I have undergone extensive treatment for post tramatic syndrom. I am unable to work now because of panic attacks and fear of leaving my house. ii have lost myself and will never be the person I once was. I have no money, home(live with mother), car,or life anymore. My poor mom does not have the means to take care of me and my four kids. one day I pray for a home to get and get my baby bake out of the hands of his abussive father.
