from the time i was thirteen up until twenty six i was completely under the full control of my then husband and the insanity that relationship brought to me. we met when i was thirteen and i fell deep in what i thought was love. we dated for a few years on an off. during this period i was having trouble at home with my parents who were struggling with me cutting, attempting suicide and running away this was all complicated by my drinking ... By fourteen i was pregnant living at home had'nt been an option for along while , my father was all for me having an abortion only then could i return home.for me there was no option other than to have my baby and due the best i could to provide a good life for him. during my pregnancy i experienced some of the worst violence a women can indure i was incapable of letting anyone know what was going on and leaving was now impossible as my then boyfriend had convinced me that only he loved me an that my family had deserted me which i bought completely. My boyfriend would move me into his parents house where on every occasion possible he'd remind me how grateful i should be... graditude was not the problem i just felt alone.....
 He would hang out with his friends until all hours meeting girls doing drugs and returning home to me which sent him into rages of physical abuse. if ever i was aloud to venture out alone the interigation that awaited me at home was enough to make me stay by him all the time. This would only make him question me acuse me of looking or talking to people in front of him. yeah he was full blown paranoid which made me work harder to be a better mate . The amount of abuse increased as my pregnacy drew on . I was afraid for my baby and for myself but still believed if i just loved him enough all would be well..
Soon after my third trimester he started raping me instead or in combination with beating me all while he accused me of cheating or even just wishing i were......