@ambolaws: But here I am almost 14 years later. WE are completely different people now. But this was the rage I always remembered when he begged me not to leave… when he was broken and had no one… when he promised he’d be different one day. But that promise wasn’t for me. It was just a reminder of better things if I made a change. I got tired of defending this… I got tired of calling my mom only to be scolded by her too . “What did you do to make him so angry?!” What did I do? I never physically took a hit… I didn’t need to. I was dirt already. I had three of his kids moms always causing chaos and I was the one to break the fall. I was the one playing damage control. I was making sure the kids never saw. I kept everything appearing as perfect as I could. I still sometimes have a lot of resentment towards him for that… because that was “my version” not how it was. I still hear my “bestie” telling me I was going to regret leaving … regret giving up being a housewife to do it alone. But NOONE knew what I did. And the facts didn’t matter I was told. Past is the past I was told… people change I was told. But this was all I remembered.
