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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