Before the wedding, I had only seen his family in public places. I didn't know about the scars on his back and legs from being switched by his parents. When I saw them, he cried and told me everything. That's how I spent my honeymoon.
Two years pass, with no problems. He has been in therapy to help him deal with his childhood. Then, he snapped. He came home from work one day, told me that I was worthless, a waste of human existence. I went to our room and cried. Then I packed a duffle with some clothes.
He caught me before I could get to the door. He hit me repeatedly. I fell, hitting my head on the table. When I woke up, I was tied up on the closet. He was crying, giving himself excuses as to why it happened. He made me promise not to leave him. I promised. He let me out. I spent the weekend in our house with him. I acted like the perfect wife.
I left an hour after he went to work on Monday. I needed 37 stitches, had 4 broken ribs and a concussion. O haven't seen him outside of court since that day. But, he was never convicted...
I got the divorce. He was able to get Co workers to lie about where he was for the entire weekend, and that he was going to divorce me. I was portrayed as a crazy woman in court, instead of the victim that I was. It was 5 people swaying one thing, and me alone saying the other. Reasonable doubt at its darkest.