It’s been a year since I started this blog. Although it’s a slow process for me right now, the message of domestic violence must be told. Many women, just like I, are not not protected (especially by those with the power to do so) This is my story. I hope by starting the story, I can help. If you find yourself in a similar situation, please reach out to me and I will help you the best I can.
It was five years ago right now…my soon-to-be ex-husband was being removed from our home by the police. My two boys, then 4 and 7, were running around, literally in circles, and then were frantically trying to pick up their toys and make the house look nice, “so daddy will come back and see what good boys we are!” The worst day of our lives. My babies heard everything that happened in my bedroom that day, despite my pleas for them to go in the office and lock the door. When I got away from him, I grabbed my phone and saw those two precious faces, standing just outside the door, hand-in-hand in the hallway, eyes wider than I’d ever seen them. I grabbed them and we locked ourselves in the office until the police officer came.
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