Getting Out

I grew up out west and moved east, where I had no family and basically no friends. I moved east because that’s where his family was. He thought he could do whatever he wanted. He sold everything he had so he could drink. He didn’t want to work and he’d come home in bad mood, if he felt like coming home at all.

The kids and I were what he took his frustrations out on.

I lived that way for sixteen years, because he had me where he wanted me. He said the kids and I would never make it out alive.

Well, we did.

The damage to my kids was awful. I had stayed too long.

Back when I was a punching bag the law did nothing about it, which gave him a free hand to do that he wanted. Life is not worth living that way.

It’s not an easy road, but there are people who care and will help. I realized I needed to get out while I was still alive.

I found I can be happy, a lot happier than I was.