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What is the worst day of your life?

Have you ever had the worst day of your life? One day or incident that stands out above all the rest. Here is a true story from an upcoming memoir about the worst day of my life.

The worst day of my life is the day of my firstborn’s open heart surgery at two years old.

My husband and I had a room at the Ronald McDonald House near the hospital, and our daughter stayed with her grandmother.

After the surgery, my husband and I took a cab to the mall to purchase a gift and called to see if a check had arrived in the mail. It didn’t, and he became enraged because we didn’t have money for drugs.

The Wooded Path

My husband always took his anger out on me. He forcefully guided me onto a wooded path near the mall in a rage, picked up a large rock, and threatened my life, saying, “I’ll kill you right here, and no one will ever find you.”

I was never so fearful of him in my life. I could tell he meant it by looking into his eyes. For the first time, I yelled, “Stop; you’re going to kill me.” He dropped the rock, grabbed the bag containing a gift for our son, and hit me over the head.

When I started walking back towards the mall with blood pouring down my face, my husband grabbed my arm and told me what to say to the police. He said, “You’re going to tell the police someone raped you.”

I called the police from a phone inside the mall entrance, and shortly after, the officers arrived and drove us back to the hospital. I went to the emergency room to receive over twenty stitches in my head.

Afterward, the police officers drove us back to the mall where the incident occurred, began asking questions, and brought a k9 dog to the scene.

It didn’t take long for the k9 dog to sit on my husband’s side of the car. As the k9 dog sat, I thought the police knew he had done it. Shortly after, the police drove us back to the Ronald McDonald house.

I should have been with my son at the Hospital. Not being abused and almost killed on a wooded path.

The Longest Night

The horror didn’t stop because later that night, my husband threatened me with a large knife. I ran out of the room early in the morning and left the Ronald McDonald house.

As I wandered down the street searching for help, I found another hospital nearby, but no one was around, so I began walking down the road again. A short while later, my husband found me and forced me back to the Ronald McDonald house.

Our son needed his parents that day. He required us to be there for and to support him. That never happened; my husband’s abuse prevented our children from receiving a mother’s love.

Shortly after my son returned home and was recovering, the police officers came to the house to talk to me about what had happened at the mall.

The Police Intervened

As they drove me to the police barracks to question me, they said, We wanted to wait until your son was home and recovering from surgery before questioning you.”

I told them the truth about what happened that day. I said, “I’m too afraid to press charges against him.” The police officer said, “You don’t have to press charges because we are pressing charges for you, and your husband is already in jail.”

The police officer asked me to sign a statement and drove me back to his mom’s house. My husband was given six months in jail for domestic violence.

At his father’s request, I went to visit him in jail. As I sat down, I picked up the phone, looked into the glass at him, and said hello. He responded, “You wait until I get out of here.”

I hung up the phone and left, never to return. My husband called home on occasion, always threatening to harm me with violence. I hung up on him.

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