After over 21 years in a relationship/marriage, in which I suffered every form of abuse known, but God blessed me with 2 of the most blessed treasures in my life, my son and daughter. And sadly, their entire lives, they've known abuse from their father as well. But the 3 of us were exceptionally, and fiercely bonded in love, loyalty, and came together always as a package. We had to be to survive what he became, ONLY ONCE WE WERE AWAY FROM THE PUBLIC'S EYE. To the outside world, he was the most perfect Christian, PILLAR OF SOCIETY, possibly known. To the 3 of us, he had become more inexplicably and psychologically torturous than Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hdye. I had always been a stay at home mom, and I had no idea that 2 years into our marriage, he'd removed me from all of our financial and business account, and the last 14+ years we lived in our custom built home, that we actually built with our own hands, he had kept hidden cameras, noise activated audio recorders, and kept a tracker on my vehicle, and traced all phone and computer activity. For what reason, I do not know, I stupidly loved him, despite the abuse. Then he began overtly committing adultery; the one thing he'd known since he knew me, was a deal breaker! But although, there were times, I'd lose it over things they did, how they made such fun of me, and worse, and he and I would argue horribly. but for the most part, I devoted myself even more to God, and saving our marriage and family. He became more abusive than tolerable. Once morning, while I was in our bathroom, and we were arguing over yet another mistress, he began coming in that tiny room, in which I had no escape, with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, and his open phone, ready to record in the other. Something in my snapped, maybe it was the fact that our 12 year old daughter was trembling under the cover of the master bed, where she'd had to begin sleeping with me, in order for my son, and I to get any sleep, because we had to constantly throughout each night, only slightly doze off, in order to wake up every little while and go make her father get out of her bed. Plus, I thought he was going to throw that coffee on me, and I had a curling iron rolled up to the left side of my face. I meant to only knock the coffee out of his hand, but it splattered on him. Then he came on into the bathroom, and when I saw him hit the video recorder on his phone, I lost it; having just found out that he'd been recording me, US even in bed, all those years and had taken all the footage to a photographer to transfer all the bad things about me onto a DVD that would be easier for the judge to watch. And of course, I'd found out about the unknown and he did not have my consent to record us s bed together; but he'd had that stranger transfer those as well. And God only knows who all had seen them. the thought of him recording me set me off, and I pushed him over a couple of feet towards the doorway. He shoved me backwards so hard, I flew 5 feet into the corner of the wall; causing the hot curling iron to stick to my face, burning me badly and I snatched it away by instinct, which pulled skin off my face. Although that section of hair was still slightly rolled up onto the curling iron, I was so full of rage, and in pain; that I shoved him about 8 feet until he was at the doorway. Suddenly he came at me in a rush, causing the curling iron to stick to the already burnt skin of my face again! My daughter couldn't really see what I was suffering, she only knew her dad was hurting me, and for the first time, I was fighting back! She was hiding under our covers though. The second time, I slowly pulled the iron away from my sizzling face in order to try to save at least some of the left half of my face. And he moved just in time,for my baby, to see 'what she thought was me holding the curling iron still' but I was just slowly moving it. He knew he'd made a huge mistake then. He turned and began to rush away,
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