“Tuck and roll” is all I heard as he tried to push me out the tractor-trailer’s door, rolling 85 mph down Florida State Road 84. And I still didn’t leave through our home’s front door.
He’s pushed me down a flight of stairs after a major abdominal surgery. He’s thrown mason jars filled with quarters across the room at my head. He’s woken me up from a deep sleep having non-consensual sex with me. And I still didn’t leave through our home’s front door.
He’s had my heart for twenty-three years. I smiled through all the mental and physical pain and abuse that I endured. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve this. And I still didn’t leave through our home’s front door.
He’s said “I’m sorry” with tear filled eyes, promising he would never do these things anymore. This wasn’t the first time I had heard those words. But this was the last time, as I walked out through our home’s front door.
If you are living a life like this, you’ll understand the fear I live with every day. But don't continue this life as long as I did. Please find and use your inner strength and walk out of your home’s front door.
♡-For all women and men who are living with domestic violence, you ARE strong enough to leave! MSCFV is always there to help you!
God bless you and my prayers go out for anyone living through this and for those who have been able to leave and for those who lost their lives due to domestic violence! ♡Much love and many prayers♡
Strength grows in the moments when you think you can’t go on but you keep going anyway.