I Thought He was Perfect

Met this man in February 2018. He was the perfect person or so I thought he was. Sounds stupid but after three weeks, I moved in with him. It all started with a slap because I wanted to stay out an hour longer with my friends. He cried and said he didn’t know what got into him and he was so sorry. I thought that maybe I push him to do it. Maybe he is right. I shouldn’t worry about friends. I ended up cutting off everyone. His brother moved in with us and petty arguments would erupt. He began beating me up. He would punch me directly in my face. Hold my hair and bang my head into the basement pipe. One day, in front of his friends, he took a shoe throw it directly in my face. He let his friend, spray me with air freshener while I was pregnant because I didn’t like the smell of the cigarette. I never hit him back. I stayed quiet. He would call his mom and tell her things about me. When I leave he would beg and tell me he is sorry. I kept taking him back. Found out i was habe a baby, he used wake me out of my sleep to cook and if i told him i was tired. He used to yell and when i try to peave he would drag me down the stairs. While I was seven months pregnant, beat me so severely inside of the car because all I had was forty dollars to give him to buy his weed. My parents had no choice but to call the cop because my face was so busted. My two kids from my previous marriage, had to see their mother with her face disfigured. I had to lie and say it was an accident. When he got arrested, I felt sorry again. He kept pleading, I told the court, I didn’t want to press charges. He was release and was to attend anger management. He was better…. or once again so i thought. After the anger management course was finish, the baby was born and we had a new apartment. The abuse began again, this time it got worst. When he would threaten me with a meat cleaver, he strangled me until my face had red dots, he held the baby and head bang a mirror causing it to break. There were so many different way he would abuse me. Until one day, he hit me in front of my two daughters. I don’t know what overcame me and I throw my phone and it hit him on his lip cause it to split. He had to get stitches. Only then I realized that if I don’t defend myself this guy is going to keep beating on me and possibly worst. I moved out with the baby. Went to live my parents and kids. After a week, stupid me felt sorry and let him move in with us. I was thinking that maybe if he lives with me and my parents he wouldn’t hit me. He will be okay. I was sadly mistaken. He still continued. He kept degrading telling me how I am lucky to have a hardworking man and how I’m a cross, b****, and demon. How he regret being with a woman with two kids. Like I was literally walking on eggshells. Things got so bad, my parents called the cops. He got arrested again and I drop the charges. He had to go back to anger management. He has a restraining order. He was homeless living in his car. And once the heck again I felt sorry. Decided to move out from my parents house, into an apartment with him. This time taking my two kids. Things were good in the beginning again. Until recently, he started his bad behavior. This time he would degrade my kids when I was at work. When I confront him he was slap me and I would have to fight him off. My kids finally spoke up and told me mom. We hate seeing you going through this, Mom. You deserve so much better. You work and come home to cook, clean and serve him in bed and still it’s never good enough. Please let’s leave. This was the first time in five years of abuse, my kids stood up and said something. My teenage daughters is not babies anymore. I was so looking for the perfect family life with the sweet husband, and lovely kids. But I didn’t get that. I just have to accept reality and focus on my girls. It’s been almost a week and I’m trying to stay no contact. Here is one of many pictures.