For over an hour just to talk to him and plead with him to let us come back.
I was 23 years old and had just graduated from college with a three year old. Living in the fear was no longer an option so I begged my boyfriend of two years to let us live with him. I had to sign a contract to live with him, he broke up with me– said we would only be roommates and because I couldn’t pay half of the rent he told me I had to take care of all the cleaning as well as work and within a year I had to move out on my own. I could only afford to pay $500 a month in rent. He paid $800, but made 55k a year. I made less than half working for temp agencies at the time.
I’m 32 now, drinking coffee on my planning period and a flashback of this time flooded my mind almost sending me into a panic attack. My heart is still beating violently while I type this.
I stood there in the rain for over an hour, begging him to let us come back inside so, I didn’t have to give my oldest daughter up or face being beaten, stolen from and berated daily. All I can think of now is…