yes...i was only 22 though...i realized that i hated everything about my life and that the person i was pretending to be was not at all who i really was...i was suicidal for atleast a year. one day i just pulled myself together and decided i wasnt going to be a victim anymore...i went out with a friend and bought a few hundred dollars worth of new clothes, had dinner and a few drinks, and went and got a tattoo (which my then husband was completely against). when i got home my ex tried to pick a fight with me (not about the tat, he still doesnt know) and i told him i was going to bed. he drug me out of the bed and demanded that i talk to him. i got up and threw on some sweats, grabbed my purse, and told him to put our son on the bus in the morning, i would pick him up from school. then i started to date several guys (i had only slept with my DH), drink alot, and make alot of bad decisions. thankfully my SO was there to save me.
at 9:17 PM on Nov. 11, 2010