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No Man Will Ever Hit Me Again

It wasn’t the fact that he hit me that hurt the most, it was the way he cried afterwards. Real tears followed by promises of change that only lasted a few days, if I was lucky enough. Really the whole thing was painful both physically and emotionally. I thought I was in love. I threw everything away just to be with him. I was only 18 at the time. I craved his affection and on some level I thought I deserved everything...

I Paid A Dear Price Being A Kept Woman

I was born into abuse. My biological parents decided without question that I was the reason they got divorced. They both told me as much when I was able to contact them at the age of eighteen. I was sent to several foster homes before I met the lady that adopted me. She was the first single lady in Jennings county to get to adopt a child. I was about three years old at the time. I often wonder if my life would have been more...

Different Men. Same Scenarios. All Predators.

Dawn, what are you doing?  Why do you keep going back to this?  What is drawing you to continue to receive this kind of treatment? I know it doesn’t make sense but I found myself back over and over again.  My dad (he really was my step dad…didn’t find that out until I was an adult) was my earliest example of how a man should treat you.  He began sexually abusing me from age 10 until right before I left home.  He would tell...

They Never Change. They Only Get Worse.

I want all the teens to know my story. I was 16 when I met him . I’m almost 60 now. All the I’m sorries, flowers, Candy, jewelry in the world is not going to mean they are going to change. It’s just a bribe to keep you with them and to keep you from telling. They never change. They only get worse. My story started when we were dating. I was 16 at the time and he was 21. He started with jealousy. Him...

He Took Away My Access To Money & I Snapped

I married my first husband when I was 18. He was fun and everyone loved him. But we were both alcoholics and he became abusive when he drank. I was working 3 jobs to support us. I went back to school and that intimidated him. After I got pregnant, I stopped drinking. He started to get more violent and controlling after I stopped drinking because I started to change for the better. I knew I should leave but felt that...

I Was His Prisoner Then The Tables Turned

Homeless and weak from a recent miscarriage, I went to the only person I thought would or could help me…a friend’s ex-husband. It was a place I had stayed many times when they were married and I had run away from whatever was the latest bad foster home they had shoved me in. I have been with him ever since. I ended up reluctantly marrying him, pressured by him, his family, and the priest at the local Catholic church. We have...