He strangled me whilst my one year old screamed “daddy” at him repeatedly. My 3 year old was in the next room. That was when I knew I needed to leave to stay alive for my girls.
Surviving the Unthinkable: Why Thier Stories Matter
*By Survivor Jamie A Night That Escalated Without Warning The evening began like any other.There was time spent together.A social setting.A sense of normal routine. But like many abusive situations, nothing stayed calm for long. What followed was a sudden and violent escalation that turned a private space into a...