This time of year – Christmas, Hanukkah, New Year’s – can be so magnificent. It is a time to gather with family and friends to show and receive love, connection and support. It’s a time of celebration – of faith, new beginnings, life. Yet, for many men, women, and children, this time of year is…
My fairy tale romance fell apart less than a year into our relationship, but I married him anyway. After suffering abuse for almost a decade, I found freedom in an unexpected place.
My heart stopped. I knew my former husband was either dead or again had robbed and ended up in jail. Hands shaking, heart thumping, I made the awful phone call.
My husband’s words hurt worse than fists. I endured constant emotional abuse until I finally saw through him, when he left me at my father’s funeral.
My husband’s jealousy and porn addiction quickly spiraled out of control, but when I turned to counselors and church for help, I was met with derision.
I learned from a young age that mistakes, even simple mistakes on a homework assignment, equaled pain. I feared my father’s hands until I filled my own with love.