Homeless

I am Samantha and I am 38-years old. I am from a small town in Giles, County, Virginia. I am in a woman’s center due to my abusive husband. I have been married four times since I was 20-years old. Let me tell you how I got to this point. I was born on July 20th. When I was three months old, I had bad seizers, so my parents took me to the emergency room. They told them I had Meningitis, and I needed to be moved to a bigger hospital immediately. I spend years doing physical and occupational therapy. I finally started walking around the age of three.

All through school, I was always made fun of for the way I walked and talked. In 4th grade, I wanted to try out for cheerleading and made it. I cheered the rest of my school years and loved it. After graduation, I dreamed of being a mother. I always wanted a boy and a girl. So eventually, I married my first husband, Allen, January 23, 2003. His dad married us in his living room. We tried for years to have children, and he claimed it was me not being able to conceive.

I left after four years and no baby. I met a nice guy named Roy. After dating a few months, I got pregnant with my now 14-year old son, Noah. He was born in November. Life was great! When Noah was 6-months old, my dad died from cancers that he battled for 13 years while working construction. On May 18, 2007, my life changed forever. I lost my daddy at the age of 24. Then, I found out I was pregnant again with my current 12-year old daughter, Megan. Roy and I got married on April 4, 2008, and she was born on June 26th. My life was complete. So, I thought. In 2011, I was told from the Meningitis, I developed Cerebral Palsy.

My kids were 19 months apart and did not know I had post partem depression since I had Noah. When she was almost two, I went to a mental hospital, and he told me while I was a patient, that I couldn’t be around the kids. That broke my heart because he told me I had to move out after I was discharged. Long story short, my sister took them from him and still has them. I do get to keep them overnight when I can.

I met my third husband, David, a few years later at a local outside karaoke. He was married then but he was cute. He found me on Facebook after he divorced her. We got married on April 8, 2016. After we got married, he was never home. I got admitted into the hospital for immediate surgery, I had a bowel blockage and they took 22 inches of my bowel out. I was in a coma on a ventilator for eight days. He cheated on me with his ex-wife. I was in the hospital for a month, but from the coma, I could not stand or walk. He kept cheating. After discharge, I had to go to rehab another month to earn to walk again, while he cheated still. After I got home, he got angry when my potty chair had to be moved from upstairs to downstairs and vice versa. He ran the roads all the time n my car an he had no license.

Well, you know my current situation. I married Roger March 2019. Now I am in a shelter, and he is cheating too. She was supposed to be a friend. I been here almost three weeks, and just under the first week, he started cheating on me with her. I saw the messages on his phone and took pictures of the whole thing.