mental abuse

‘Shaking, with my daughter, I drove to the gas station. I needed help. I stood there in my slippers, crying with my 3-year-old in the back, convinced he wouldn’t be far behind.’

“He would remind me this was my second marriage and I had two children by two different dads. He told me no one else would want me. Starting over on my own, with a disability, would be impossible. Before I knew it, something came over me. To this day, I don’t know how I managed to do this. I packed for my life.”

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