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I felt like a lost puppy. Isolated without a penny to my name, I believed that no one cared about me.
My abuser was my boyfriend, the father of my child. My turning point happened one day when he was dropping me off at work and we argued. He didn’t want me to go to work. Before I knew it, I was out of the car, and he drove away with the baby. The police were called, and I was referred to the Crisis Center. The baby was returned to me, and the police said that I was the life source for the baby because I was breastfeeding. From there, I was referred to the Family Justice Center.
If someone walked in my shoes, they would have felt vulnerable, in high stilettos, walking on tiptoes. I probably looked good outside, but I was desperate for help.
I learned that an abuser preys on people once they know their weaknesses. After a while, you believe that the abuser is right. I wound up attending a support group and learned step by step what domestic abuse is. It can be emotional, physical, spiritual, and financial.
I am getting my life back now.
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