The sadest thing i hold on to in my life are memories. The day i came home and all my stuff was gone and my mom left back to her husband that just recently abused us. The feeling as i walked into a empty room still haunts me and the tears are permently stuck on my face. I memeber her voice saying she was sorry and couldn’t explain for the pain. Since then my life has been a nightmare that i think will never go away. So now that she is gone i cry my self to sleep remembering when she tucked me in and kissed me on the check and gently said goodnight i love you baby!Share Your Thoughts 
I still have the plane ticket stub from the day I finally decided to leave my abusive husband. I got in a plane and flew away, taking my baby with me, to family, to safety. Sometimes I look at it and wonder why I waited so long. I wish I could turn back time and make the date on the ticket six months earlier in order to save myself some of the pain.
Tags: abusive, husband, plane, safety, ticket, time
When I was 19 I fell in love with a man who, for the first year, was the best thing that ever happened to me. Gradually he became more jealous and restrictive, and then violent. I became a prisoner in our house for 4 years. He came between me and my family and my friends. When I finally managed to leave him (and stay safe) I began drinking heavily because I was unable to cope and needed therapy. I had lost almost all my friends. In the years since I have managed to reconstruct my life and make lots of new friends, but I have not had an intimate relationship with a man. Just a few close-calls. All I have left from the time I spent with him is a fork from his silverware set. Its a nice heavy sturdy fork and I use it to crimp pie borders. I try to forget where it came from but every time I see it I think of him.
Tags: drinking, fork, jealous, prisoner, relationship, silverware