Hey friends! I hope you're all doing well. I know I said we would eventually get into the story of my ex. But I've had a few people reach out to me about violence and abuse. And I thought this weeks post should focus on violence.
My ex and I met a few months after Maggie's bio father left us. And about a few weeks after I got kicked out. No one knew about my pregnancy at school. So I still had friends, who let me crash at their place for a little bit. It was a different friend every few days, not wanting to impose for too long. My ex went to a different school and we met through some mutual friends at a party one night.
We instantly clicked and were inseparable. But that instant connection only lasted so long.
He started to get drunk and violent, and would hit me. Would throw things at me. Every night of arguing ended in apologies and saying he would never do it again.
You may be wondering what is a 17 year old doing getting drunk and abusing their girlfriend. Well he wasn't 17. He was 24 at the time. He had told me he was 19, and I believed him. He had his own place and I was able to stay with him. He even accepted me being pregnant with another mans child. Life couldn't have gotten any better at that point. But boy did I speak too soon. Things were good for about a year. As Maggie turned 7 months old, things started to get rocky. Day drinking started. He wasn't working anymore. Would stay at home and hit me. There was nothing I could do. I had no one to go to for help.
In my next post, I'll tell you all about the help I did receive. Someone out there cares, just remember.
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