I've been divorced for three years. I've been in the depths of hell for five. I don't like that my children are going to grow up with this in their history. My youngest daughter was born in the middle of it all. I signed divorce papers with three month old waiting in the car.
When my ex husband whom I still care deeply for came home, he was a different person. He was manipulative and mean. He started using inhalants and any kind of pill he could get his hands on. I was afraid for my childrens' safety. The day I left he threw me across our dining room. My favorite place in our home had become my worst nightmare.
