I was only 3
I was only 3 when I saw my father hit my mother. I heard her cry in her room after every one of their fights. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what was happening
I was 7
I was 7 when my father left. He was put into jail. I guess my mother called the police. I didn't know that it wasn't right. The police spoke to me and I told them everything I heard for 5 years.
I was 10
I was 10 when mother found someone new. I thought he was great for her. She was always happy when around him. But once he got drunk he was different. He would hit my mother then come after me.
I was 12
I was 12 and came home from school. I saw my mother hanging there with a rope around her neck. I ran up to her crying. I called the police and they took her away.
I was 15
I was 15 and I still lived with my abusive step father. He would hit me. I started hurting myself. I just wanted it to end. One night I took a bottle of pills. But survived.
I was 18
I was 18. Finishing school. Moving away. I had a lot of scars from the past. I thought no one would love me. Until that day
I am 20
I am now 20. I didn't think I could last this long. I can hear my husband reading our 2 year old stories in a funny voice. I am happy I made it.