Many girls, like me, grew up thinking of the day they would meet their future husband, have children, and live happily ever after. And yes, this scenario does happen to some, but not everyone. It definitely didn’t happen to me.
I didn’t make the best of decisions when it came to relationships when I was a senior in high school, and my post-graduation plans didn’t consist of taking off to college, like it should have been. Instead, I gave birth to a baby, and she was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen.
During this time, I knew that the father was not someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, and I absolutely refused to have my child grow up without having both of her parents in the same household, so I was determined to make it work. I accepted that this was my family now, and we were never going to be apart. A few years later I gave birth to my second little girl, who was ten pounds by the way! Hello!
The father of my two little girls knew how strongly I felt about keeping our family together. He took advantage of this and turned into an absolute monster. I knew that I didn’t deserve to be treated like the animal he treated me as. I didn’t want any of my family and friends to know what I was going through, so I pretended like everything was okay. Some of my family noticed bruises on me, but of course I just blamed it on being “clumsy” and that I fell or bumped into something.
Finally, at the park one day my little four-year old looked at me with tears in her eyes and said that she didn’t like it when she had to see Daddy hurt me, and then she gave me a hug. At that moment, an overwhelming feeling of determination came over me and, just as much as I always wanted to keep our family together, I was now determined to make sure that my children and I were going to live in a happy and safe environment. This meant that we were going to get out of the sickening situation that we were in and never have to be scared again.