Still Living With The Person Who Hits Me Almost Every Other Day a.k.a My Husband.

by J. A.
(Windsor)

I met my husband 2 years ago. It was love at first sight. I went against everyone in order to be with him, my parents, my siblings, everyone. They all thought I was making a mistake. But I loved him so much; there was no way I could have lived without him. I fought with everyone and they finally gave in and said yes to him.

I was so happy. I was on cloud nine and why not? I was getting married to the love of my life, the person who said he loved me more than anything in this world. I thought I'd finally get to live my fairy tale, my happily ever after.

But I was so wrong and it didn't take long for me to see my lifelong dream turn in to the most dreadful nightmare. I always heard stories about domestic violence, never thought I would ever happen to me. The word 'love' makes me wanna throw up, it's just complete bullshit. It first happened few months after our marriage; I was pregnant at that time. The amount of trauma I went through, I’m lucky I didn't lose my baby. It was bad! He hit me when I was nine months pregnant. I was taken to the hospital because I couldn't breathe and my heart rate dropped immensely. I went into labor, he was sleeping peacefully right next to me, ended up having a C-section, he was still sleeping. He still hits me and blames it on me. I don't know what to do, I can't even leave him because of my daughter, I can't raise her alone by myself, I don't have a job, I'm losing my mind. I think I'll die soon.