ABUSE, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, SURVIVOR

The day I met him.

On March 22, 2008, I thought I had met the man of my dreams. I was only 19 years old, young and so naïve. He was 11 years older than me and that didn’t matter to me. I had never had a man in my life to teach me what love was, so when this man had showed interest in me I was intrigued to say the least. My best friend had convinced me to throw a party that night and no matter how many times I said no, he would not take it as my answer. Finally he convinced me and I wish more than anything I had kept saying no. Everyone was drunk, and we sat on the couch for hours telling each other about ourselves and after that we became attached at the hip. We were together any chance we were able to be. Shortly after he moved in and I became pregnant very quickly, which I thought was impossible after being told by six doctors that I could not have children. When I had told him, he was thrilled but nervous. I barely knew this man and now I was having his child. Shortly after he proposed and I actually believed this man loved me so I instantly said yes. On August 30th, 2008, and 4 months pregnant we were married after a lot of disagreements from my uncle who did not want me to marry this man. Damn, I wish I listened to him. My aunt convinced him to walk me down the aisle as I was shaking to the point of almost falling, my uncle said, “You know we can still turn around, you do not have to do this.” I smiled and told him I would be okay and he gave me away to an abusive son of a bitch.

3 thoughts on “The day I met him.”

  1. Looking forward to the rest of your daily posts. It is you getting it all out jn the open to be blown away with the wind. Healing and strength will follow. God bless you!

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