I got married when I was 19 years old and he was 29.

At first we were a happy couple then after years passed

it went sour. A couple of years after marriage we had

our first child. Then later on we had two more children,

all being boys. I am not sure when it all started, but there

are moments I will never forget. There was a time when

I had cooked him dinner and he took the pot of food then

threw it up at the ceiling. That is when I knew things were

never going to get better. I had to get out. There were so

many times when I was physically abused and our kids

were witnesses to what happened. It really hurts when

your kids see something as violent as what they saw.

When I actually left the relationship I took the boys

with me to my mothers. Later on the boys decided they

wanted to live with their father because he had more.

As a struggling mother and had no money to give them.

I am a survivor of domestic violence, but was not able

to save how my kids lives turned out.