After reading so many amazing and inspiring stories, I have finally plucked up the courage to share mine.
About 2 years ago, I saw an old friend of my older brothers who I hadn’t seen for years. I had a party the next day and he came with a friend of mine. We got talking and exchanged numbers and he went back home about 4 hours away but we stayed in contact. One thing led to another and I ended up leaving my job, family, and friends to move away to be with him. He already had 2 children with 2 different mothers and he told me he left the mother of the second child 6 months before I moved down. I came down to find out she had moved out the day before I came down. He was so sweet and loving for the first 2 months then he turned abusive and became dependent on me for everything. I used to find other girls’ underwear in the bed and I was constantly verbally abused by certain members of his family and his ex. His sister even tried to beat me up and I couldn’t hit back at the risk of him hurting me. He used to be heavily involved in drugs and was fast returning to that lifestyle and I was following close behind. By 6 months, I couldn’t afford to pay rent and feed us and support 2 drug habits, so I turned to prostitution. I was only 18 at this stage and at his suggestion, it seemed to be the only option.
I worked as a prostitute for several months and was heavily involved in drugs, i was on the verge of suicide because of his emotional abuse, which soon turned physical. I was isolated from friends and family and the one couple I was friends with, he soon banned me from seeing because he accused me of cheating with the male of the couple. Finally in December, he put my hand through a mirror and I needed 10 stitches. He refused to take me to the hospital and I nearly lost my hand. I’d had enough. Everytime I tried to go home to see my family, he accused me of running away and leaving him stranded. He always guilt tripped me into coming back. I plucked the courage to say I was going home, I was going to attend the local music festival. When I got in the car to leave, he texted me when I was at the end of the driveway, telling me not to come home. Conveniently, my phone broke so I had no contact with him. I was awake for 5 days over the period of the music festival due to a serious drug bender. But luckily during that 5 days, I had no contact with my ex and fell into the arms of my brother’s best friend who had always been a gentleman to me.
He looked after me and gave me a place to stay and supported me while I got sober and tried to get the remainders of my life back from my ex. I got little back, but I did Fall madly in love with my current partner. It took me a few months, but I had slowed down dramatically with the drugs and was only smoking pot on a weekly occurrence. But I had so many debts from my ex that I was still a working girl to pay them off. I was away working in March when i found I was pregnant. I had had an operation on my cervix when I was 16 which lowered the chance of me falling pregnant significantly. So this was probably it for me. So I was faced with a different question; Am i ready for this now? I had to ask myself do I want kids? Because it was now or never.
I decided to keep my baby. I instantly stopped working. I haven’t touch a drug since the day I found out and I’m at UNI studying business and marketing. I found out a few weeks ago I’m having a little boy and my partner and I so happy. He is 110% supportive. I am so lucky to have my little boy. He has saved me from of a life of degradation and unhappiness. He is my angel. I have an amazing family on the way.
I am so happy with my man and can’t wait for the arrival of my little boy!
