When I was me at 19 year old (picture below, not great, but the essense of a sweet not jaded 19 year old). . . I trusted everyone, loved and appreciated everyone. I was good, excellent, in school and relationships. . . I was not jaded and just open to a wonderful life . . .I went to College and excelled and quit to marry your father because I was so in LOVE with him. He adored me and me him. And then . . . as much as I tried we lived separate lives . . . but still we had you in June of 1985. So loved you. But then life set in. I was alone raising you. Your father didn’t pay much attention to me. But I still strived to live the relationship . . . and when your father abused me emotionally and then physically (pinned me down so I could not speak and smacked me down on the kitchen counter and I could not breath) I needed to go.
Silence Outloud 