Freedom

August of 2008, I got pregnant with a baby boy. Little did I know, this little boy would entirely too soon become my own guardian angel all because of someone's selfish decisions. After finding out I was pregnant, I decided that I needed to marry. Nobody was happy with this decision but I felt that it was the right thing to do. (The guy I married we call douche bag because I don't think he deserves a name more than that. So from now on, I'll refer to him as DB.) I married DB in December while attending cosmetology school. He was very mentally and often physically abusive. I wasn't allowed to have friends, talk to my family, have my phone in our room or bathroom because heaven forbid I talk to someone that I wasn't supposed to. These are just a few things that described that 14 month too long marriage. I delivered my sweet Bekm May 21, 2009. He was a 9lb 5oz bundle of love. He was the happiest and obviously cutest baby ever! (Good thing my sisters prayed for him to be cute because we all know DB was NOT!) I had been contemplating leaving DB from the time we got married but couldn't ever build up the courage. When you are in an abusive relationship you feel like nothing. They make you feel worthless and feel like you can't do anything without their approval. I just couldn't put Bekm through that anymore and that was NOT the life I had EVER wanted for myself and especially my child. I never told anybody because of the fear of him finding out. January 2010 I broke down and told my mom what was going on. I told her I had to get out and needed to divorce him fast. They never liked him but never knew the extent of our relationship because everything had to have a smiling face with it. January was a month of bravery for me. A month full of planning mine and Bekms escape and doing it while DB was at work because of my fear for our safety. February 1st was the day I fought for mine and my sons freedom.