The physical abuse *Steve unleashed upon me was unbearable. I have no idea how I made it through what I did. Although dark skinned, bruises would actually show on me. These are images I took just before I left *Steve in March 2013. The dates on the images cannot be changed.
On January 29th 2013, I suffered from bruising (although not very clear in this image), where Steve tried to tie me up in front of our six week old son. Trying to leave the mouldy room (see “Back In Georgia, Staying In Marietta“) to get some air, he told me I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere. Deciding that going out would actually be the best thing to do, meaning going against what he said, he thought it would be better to pin me down on the bed and try to tie me up.
On February 9th 2013, on one of many occasions, Steve tried to strangle me in front of our seven and a half week old son. Choking the life out of me, I reached up and tried to push him off of me. Because both his hands were firmly around my neck, so couldn’t push my hands away, he bit my arm without losing grip of my neck. Seriously, I saw my life flash before me. He held on for so long.
On March 2nd 2013, he shut my fingers in the door and held it there for quite some time, when I was trying to get away from him. Again, this was in front of our eleven week old son. I couldn’t straighten my fingers for days and could barely hold my son to look after him. Of course, I was not allowed to go to the hospital.
Needless to say I was in agony a lot of the time. I never want to experience that sort of ‘torture’ again. I’m just glad my son will not remember what happened, therefore, hopefully, will not continue the Domestic Abuse cycle.
(*Not his real name)