I was 17 when I got married. I met my husband on May 11, 2001. We were married on August 24, 2001. It was only 2 weeks before that I had found out that I was pregnant. During my pregnany, my husband never hit me, he just called me names and never showed me any kind of affection. And ladies, we all know how important it is that we get that affection during our pregnancy. But I recieved nothing. Our son had just made 1 week when that first incident happened. We had went to my mom's house to visit with the family. My husband called me up to my old room to talk to me about an arguement that we had earlier. I told him how I KNEW that he was cheating on me because is girlfriend had called to make sure that he had made it home ok. (Stupid, huh?) He got so mad at me for bringing it up that he pulled his knife out of his pocket and put it up to my throat, threatening to kill me infront of our new born baby. At that time, my older sister walked in and my husband had slapped my sister for walking in on something that was none of her business. Of course, being young and dumb, we stayed together. In fact, we stayed the night at my mom's house. That night, he rapped me. A lot of people say it's not rape if you're married, but anyone who has had children before knows that when you have a child, no sex for 6 weeks. The doctor had to cut me and stitch me back up after my son was born. So as you can imagine, one week of healing was not long enough. He ripped the stitches out. I still have not healed up. It only got worse. We lived at his mom's house. His younger brothers went to school, his dad worked and his mom went to school, also. There was a long stretch of time when my husband did not work, so me and him and our baby were home alone all the time. That's when it would happen. We had no phones at all, not even cell phones. None of our neighbors had phones unless you want to walk in the Texas heat for 2 1/2 miles. So when his family got home, I tried despretely to get help from them and they didn't believe me, of course not. Thier son was not cappable of hitting a woman, they taught him better than that. I was the abusive one......I stand 5 feet tall and my husband was 5 feet and 11 inches.....does that sound like I could kick his @ss?? NO. It got so bad that his parents and I faught all the time, too. So not only was my husband hitting me and blaming it on me but when I tried asking for help from his parents, they didn't believe me and that causes more fights. Finially I moved in with my mom. My husband told me that he needed to move in with me. And that started fights with me and my parents. So we got a low income apartment in the middle of our country town and we moved in there in July of 2002. One day, my husband had invited his younger twin brothers over to stay for the weekend. Cool, I thought, at least nothing will happen to me if they are there. I was wrong. My husband wanted to go spend that last $10 that we had on something stupid and we had NO food in the house. I knew that we needed to go buy some food with the little bit of money we had, and my husband would not hear of it. He locked me in our room, blocking the door with stuff. The only way out was the window. Mind you we lived in an up stairs apartment. So I jumped out the window. We only lived like 4 miles from my mom's house so I figured that I could walk. About 10 minutes into the walk, my husband pulles up, almost hitting me with the car. HIs kid brothers and our son in the car with him. He gets out of the car, grapped a hand full of my hair, pulls me down to the ground and drags me by my hair to the car. I'm kicking and screaming for help. Neighbors start watching out the windows. Then he grabs me by my arms and pulls me that way. The whole time, his brothers are trying to help me telling their brother that he needs to stop doing that to me. And our son is in the car screaming. He finally gets me in the car and we drive around the corner to go back to our apartment. It's surrounded by the police. We took a ride until the police were gone and went inside. The next day, the cops came back. They took him to jail for the night. AS soon as he got out, he came home livid. I was holding our son, playing with him, when my husband barged through the door. He knocked me to the fllor still holding the baby and started pounding on the top of my head with his fists. 26 times he hit me on my head, the whole time holding the baby. When he finially let up, my skull had caved in. It's a wonder how I'm still alive. The next day, his mom came over and my husband had her feel the indention in my head. He told her that we were dancing and he went to go dip me and I hit my head on the corner of the table. I started to speak up my my husband gave me that look that they all give you and I shut up. AS soon as his mom left, he hit me in the eye. My eye was black and bleeding from the corner. My mom had stopped by to see how we were doing and asked me about my eye. Not wanting another black eye, I told her that my son had thrown a block at me and hit me in the eye. Well, a couple of nights later, we got into it again and my down stairs neighbor had come banging on the door, cell phone in her hand, calling the police. That night I had an emergency protective order set that gave me 30 days to get one from the attorney general. I did go get the 1 year protective order. During that 1 year, I lived with my mom. Every night, both me and my son had terrible nightmares. I still have them and so does my son. I got a divorce from him and now we can rest in peace. Currently I have been with my boyfriend for 1 year, and I still flinch every time he wants to get close to me. And I know that it hurts him, but I am scared of all men. My boyfriend is so good to me. He not once has called me names, put me down or anything of the nature. The worst that he does is hold me down to tickle me. LOL So if you are being hit, slapped, called names, being put down, he DOES NOT LOVE YOU!! I know, I've been there!! You love him with all of your heart, despite all the BS that he put you through, but no man that truely loves you would ever hurt you... EVER!!!!!! It took me over a year to get over my ex-husband. I know how tough it is. You think to yourself, He is the only one I love and the only one that will love me back, but trust someone who has been through it, he doesn't love you if he does that to you. Go to the attorney gerneral, get a protective order, seek counsiling and get help.
They’re slapped, beaten and bruised. Sometimes, the violence doesn’t end until they’re dead. Dr. Phil talks to women who say they are the victims of abuse and need an intervention before it’s too late. Michelle says her boyfriend, Ryan, flies off the handle over the smallest issues. She reveals that he began hitting her when she was pregnant with their son. Ryan says he can’t control his anger because his own dad was abusive with him as a child. Is it too late for Ryan to change? Then, Linda says her fiancé, Eddie, shot her in the eye and nearly killed her when she threatened to leave him. He’s now serving only four years in prison because, Linda says, she lied to the police and called the shooting accidental. Her mom, Jody, says she’s sickened that Linda still cares for the man who almost took her life. Will Linda stop loving the man who shot her and learn how to have healthy relationships? Talk about the show here.
