Sometimes like today, I just want to hope someone comes in by some miracle and sweeps me and my kids away, to safety. The days I am at my lowest, are those where he physically and verbally and emotionally beats me down until I am on the floor with nothing left. I cannot believe I have lived with him, been married to him for fifteen years and had to deal with this all this time. Having children with him complicates life, every day. They are afraid. Afraid for their friends to find out too. We are constantly told we dare not tell anyone…and no one cares about us anyway, we are his property he says. Praying I can find a way to get me and my kiddos out soon. Somehow. Maybe someone will help. Will you help??? I know my Crest Hill PD won’t. They are part of the problem.
I pray my kids and I survive.
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