Physical Abuse – Part Two

 

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.

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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.

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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.

My son…

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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)

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27 thoughts on “Physical Abuse – Part Two

  1. How long have you been “free” from the monster who did this? No matter how many books I read or research I do, I will never understand how a man (in this case) can do this to his child’s mother! Prayers to you💜💙

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    • I’ve been “free” for almost 13 months now! For the sake of my beautiful son, I had to get away. Even when I saw no way out, no light at the end of the tunnel, I kept looking at my son thinking “I have to find a way to get my baby out of this”. I prayed… a lot. I took the leap of faith and got away. Best decision I have ever made.

      Thank you for your prayers.

      Much love to you. x

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  2. Appalling Persia – no one should be treated worse than we’d allow a rag doll to be treated :/ All the classic symptoms there: cruelty to animals, isolating you, abuse starting in pregnancy… Sickening :/ x

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    • Words cannot describe what I went through, nor how relieved I am that I’m away from all that crap now.

      He’s a nasty piece of work – always has been, always will be. x

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  12. I have one child who does not remember, it is something I am thankful for, too. I am so sorry for what you endured. I like knowing that you are an ocean away from him. Safety is more precious than anything.

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    • I know your experience isn’t, and I am sorry for that, but it is a blessing s/he doesn’t remember. My son won’t remember either – he was just 12 weeks old when I left his father.
      I’ve just received my Green Card, so my family and friends are an ocean from him, by not I necessarily. I will be spending the holidays in London though.
      And you’re absolutely right… safety is precious. I am very pleased that my son is growing up happy!

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