My heart sunk as my spouse presented me with a bunch of tulips.
With a forced smile, I answered, “Thank you, they’re lovely.”
Mick* gave her flowers every Friday, 52 weeks a year, without fail.
You might think it would have made her unique, but it really made her feel uneasy the remainder of the week.
The slightest things would make him jealous. She was incredibly unhappy and under control.
Things worsened with the birth of both of their boys.
He covered the front and back doors with sticky tape because he was so sure she was cheating, and he checked to make sure it wasn’t damaged every morning.
Calling her a bad mother was the single thing that caused the most pain.
She believed that the lads deserved better.
However, Mick, the husband, was in charge of the money, so she had nowhere to go and her pockets were empty.
She was sitting on the sofa with the boys one day when Mick started insulting her. In order to give the boys a remembrance of mom, he abruptly seized the camera, took a picture of them, and informed her that it was her final night on earth.
He tried to seize her as he was taking the photo, but he was stopped by her terrified screams.
She left with the boys the following morning when he left for work.
She looked for a property to rent while her head was in disarray. This was their last choice because no shelter would accept them in because Tim had severe autism.
She took money out of their account to cover a week’s rent and the bail.
They hurriedly loaded stuff, got into the removal van, and drove out.
With no money and no employment, how in the world is she going to raise two boys? However, a burden was relieved as soon as she entered the new home.
After a while, Mick stopped hurting her, but what transpired in that home was horrifying to see, especially for the little boys.
She always made sure they didn’t become upset like their father and showed them how much she loved them.
“The most important thing you can be is kind,” she would add.
The fact that both of them became wonderful, content gentlemen makes her very proud. Tim, 32, is a prolific artist, and Sam, 30, is a swim coach who tried out for the Olympics.
With a profession she likes and a house with a garden, she leads a beautiful existence.
In order to show those who have been abused that they are not alone, she wanted to tell her tale.
She shares a narrative on Facebook every year on the anniversary of their escape. Helping other survivors makes the boys very proud.
She wanted to share the eerie picture Mick took with everyone after discovering it a few years back.
Although it was difficult to watch their expressions, she wants women to understand that domestic abuse is never acceptable. No child should have to grow up in such a terrible setting.
Her intention is to inform people that there is hope for the future.
*Mick’s name is now different.
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