First, when I tell these stories I don't do it for sympathy, I have made bad choice in my life. I tell these stories to help anyone who thinks they can't escape their situations. One night I came home from work and he was watching the kids, which I believe the kids kind of watch themselves to be honest. Sad but true. Again drunk he had this thing where he would tell me to come here. He would do this to hurt me and not in front of our kids I always knew what I was walking into but it would be worse if I didn't just go in there, I can't even tell you how this started, the fight escalated so fast sometimes I didn't even know what was going on. Somehow he had got me down on the floor and was on top of me choking me I believe this is the one true time I thought that I was going to die, I thought for a moment I was gasping for my last breath I thought for sure it was. I really am dying, going out like this. Life really does pass through your mind when you think you are about to die, I was laying there thinking about my babies I had a son that was about five at this time, and my twin girls about three, I was begging for help, as sad as it sounds I had written letters out to my children months before telling them I was sorry if I wasn't strong enough to make it through one of these rough times. I had thought about these notes and was thankful I wrote them. Then I believe I was heard begging for help. I took a deep breathe for air and couldn't get it with my eyes closed and said "I love you" with all my heart, about that time my son busted through the door and seen his daddy hurting m.He jumped on his back hitting him, my son repeating himself "Quit hurting my Mommy" I could see his little hand swinging back and forth hitting his dad with all of his might, trying to protect me. That was enough to make his dad turn around and push my son off, I leaned up as far as I could open my mouth and bit his dad so hard on the chest, I could taste the blood in my mouth. I then turned to tell my son to run as fast as he could. I got free because he was worried about his chest and I grabbed my daughters and ran. When I got to the car my son kept saying "Mommy go! Mommy go!" and continues to say "I got your keys, I did good right?". I put them in the car and said "Yes baby, You did good.". Still today as I write this, I cry wishing I didn't put my kids through this. I had always thought of these of negative experiences, but this was building up strength for me to leave and prove that we would be happy and successful. I was going to work ten times harder to prove to my kids we could be happy, and show them that life is better than I was providing for them at this time. The things my children went through made them grow up so much faster than children there age. This hurts from time to time, but my children are happy then they have ever been. The best thing about the obstacles we went through my children never look at failure just little defeats. So they push themselves for those extra achievements, the don't ever judge anyone because they know behind those smiles may be a person seriously hurting but, strong like they had to be.
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Lizzy Allen
When you are at your points in life, is it defeat and failures? Failures are only lessons so you can get to your highest achievements with knowing how to succeed.
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