My Mother: Part 1

Engaged at a young age to a man 11 years her senior, she was full of whimsy and fairytales as to what marriage would be.

Those thoughts never crossed her mind again after she lay on the floor while he kicked her over and over during their brief engagement.
She would lose all hope as he struck her with a wire hanger until the lines of blood would seep through her jeans.
She would become a shell of her former self when he caused the death of her unborn second child.
This was the beginning of a cycle that would last 34 years of her life. Nearly three and a half decades stolen and filled with hate, abuse, torment, and torture.
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