This person was my best friend for over 8 years, the one I could trust with anything since we were in the 7th grade, the person I thought was “the one.” Turns out, I didn’t know him like I thought I did. In 2015, I got pregnant with my daughter, our first child; the way he acted was absolutely crazy to me. I decided to separate from him because I didn’t want someone around me who wasn’t supportive and would rather do whatever they please. When I was about 5 months into my pregnancy, we got back together because he decided he wanted his family back and this is what he wanted.
Fast forward to a month after our daughter was born, he came home one night under the influence and beat me; cracked my rib, blacked my eye, I had bruises all over my body. I was embarrassed. The guy who was my best friend, my child’s father, just beat the living crap out of me. Me being young and stupid, I took him back because I guess I always wanted to believe we could have that “fairytale” life. And things were ok for a while.
Then, when my daughter was 8 months old, my daughter and I were at home asleep when I woke up to him punching me in my head, my stomach, everywhere. I packed everything I could of mine and our daughter's and went to my parents' house. A week after that, I found out I was pregnant with our son. I cut off all ties. I chose to do everything myself and raise my kids as a single mother if I had to. That was the last time I let him put his hands on me.
I don’t know what made me wake up that day, but I thank God every day for making me wake up and letting me be brave enough to walk away; if not, I wouldn’t be here today. I am beyond thankful for the life I have built for my kids and myself, and beyond thankful for my now husband who healed a heart he didn’t break and understood how fragile I was due to my past trauma.
If you don’t think there’s better out there, I promise there is. Don’t ever think you are alone. You are not, and remember you are strong enough to walk away!
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