This is a true story of how I escaped an abusive relationship for good.
I was in my early twenties, and we were always on the run, moving from place to place. Like clockwork, I would find a new apartment every few months, and my husband would get us thrown out.
He was addicted to Marijuana and spent what little money we had to purchase drugs. He claimed Marijuana calmed his nerves, and when he didn’t have any, he became enraged. The slightest thing made him angry, and I was always the target for releasing his inner rage.
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