On our one year wedding anniversary we moved into our first apartment together, for a while it was just us. It was non stop fighting and Michael wasn't even one yet. He didn't sleep through the night until he was almost 5. The mental and emotional abuse was terrible. Any chance he got he was… Continue reading When Emotional Turns Physical
After we were married, we moved into my aunts basement; which let's just say weren't the best conditions to have a child in, but we did the best we could to make it a little more like home. During my pregnancy if I did something he did not agree with or like he would tell… Continue reading For Better or Worse
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… Continue reading The day I met him.