Friday, January 10, 2014

Sad Story of Abuse

A few weeks ago a 24 year old was beaten so badly by her boyfriend she was near death and in a coma. She died the other day. They share a little boy. This poor child lost a mother and father. This horrible abuse is senseless.

My ex was abusive. He did some awful things to me. One night when I went out with his sister in law and her friend for a birthday celebration I came home and he was pissed. To this day I couldn’t tell you why he was so angry with me, but what he did with his anger was the dangerous part.

When I arrived home the door was locked. He locked the skeleton key lock so I couldn’t get in the house. I suspect he did this so I was forced to wake him up when I got home. Which I did. So here I am at the top of the stairs of our second floor apartment. I’ll admit I was a bit tipsy. We drank a few lemon drops that night.

He opened the door and he beat me right there. I remember being curled up in a fetal position while he pummeled my head and face. He didn’t hit me anywhere else. If he did I don’t recall.

When I say beat me, I mean my eyes looked like a raccoon. My ears were BLACK. Black.

At one point he stopped and when he did I ran. I flew down the stairs and out the front door. It was the middle of the night, but I ran. There were two cities that sepearted my house and my mother’s. I made my way to her house and knocked on her door at 5am.

My son was there and I crawled into bed with him and slept. When I woke up the next morning and looked in the mirror I cried and cried.

The sad thing is I went back. No one told me not to. No one called the police. I really wish someone had taken a picture of my face. I really regret that.

As I watched the story of the young girl on the news I saw myself. I cried again.

I’ve decided I need to do something. These young women need a voice. They need to tell them there is live away from these evil abusive men. They can make a life for themselves. They need someone to help them.

I want to be that someone. I want to save lives. I want to make a difference. I’m not sure how, but I’m going to find a way. Whether as a speaker or volunteer, it doesn’t matter. I NEED to speak to them. I need them to hear my stories. I want to show them how I escaped and how I made a new life for my kids and myself.

No child should suffer because of a man’s need to put his hands on a woman.

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