I want to share my story with other women, in hopes of maybe helping someone out there that has or is being abused. or just needs advice on what to do, or make them open their eyes.

I’m 19 years old. I’m five months pregnant with a little girl…
May, I found out that I was pregnant. To be honest, I was not too excited about the thought of being a mommy, and I knew the guy I was with really didn’t love me. He was just looking for a free ride. He talked all the time about “how he had a reason to be a changed man” the baby… Well, we fought all the time. He hit me and abused me and no one in my house knew. He told me not to tell or he would kill me, and that I better not try to leave him.

June 5. I’m haunted by the memories that happened that day. I was four months pregnant then. Me and the dad to my baby were left alone that day. My three sisters and their boyfriends had left to the lake and my mom was at work, so it was just me and him. Well after everyone left, we got into a fight. He was saying all this crazy stuff, and how the baby was not his.. and then he hit me. That was it. I had, had enough. I told him to get his things and leave. He kept telling me no, and that he was going to kill himself. I left the bedroom and told him to get out and I meant it. I went and sat out in the kitchen, at the table. He came out of the bedroom and came right behind me and choked me till I passed out. I could feel him standing over me and abusing me, but my body wouldn’t get up. I couldn’t move or say anything, it was like when you have a dream and your moving around in your sleep. I’m not sure how long it took me to wake up, but when I did, I saw him running out the door. I could not see anything out of my right eye and at the time, I didn’t realize what had just happened. I didn’t even take time to look around. I just ran to the bathroom to see why I couldn’t see…. When I looked in the mirror, I saw blood. I was covered from head to toe with it. The whole right side of my face was beat bad! I couldn’t even move my left wrist, and my stomach was in so much pain!! I was crying and freaking out, and i couldn’t find the phone anywhere. When I found it, I called 911…

To my surprise, they where already on their way. I guess he ran out to the middle of the road and told people that he had been stabbed, and the clothes he was wearing were covered in my blood… I remember being weak and forcing myself to walk to the end of the driveway, and wait for the cops, because I didn’t want them to miss me… By the time the cops got there, he had came back to the house, and was crying to the cops about how he was sorry and didn’t know it was me that he stabbed, that he didn’t mean it. I was air flown back to a hospital that was four hours from where I live. When I got to the hospital, I went straight to surgery. They told my mom that they were not sure I was going to make it. I had lost a lot of blood. I spent over 30 hours total in surgery: my nose and eye socket where broke, I was stabbed four times in the stomach and an inch away from my heart, and my hand, he tried to cut it off. He had cut all the way to my bone! I came out of surgery and was told they cant check on my baby till later and i had to have three blood transfusions. Three days later, they did some test and scanned my baby. To everyone’s surprise, she was moving around just as much as she could. I remember crying as soon as I saw her moving… My baby and i are both soo lucky he missed my heart and her by an inch!!

July- a little over a month later and I’m still dealing with that day. They have since then found other problems with me… I black out a lot, the doctors say its from trauma. My liver has scars and they say its from the stabbing.  I have to go back into surgery. I have dreams every night and that day just replays in my head… He has not yet had a sentence. I don’t know if he’ll be in jail a few years or the rest of his life… Last I heard was that he cut the tattoo out of his arm that had my name on it, and is being watched over because he has tried killing himself. I have no sorrow for him, and hope that he spends the rest of his life behind bars… I’ve learned the hard way. I don’t regret getting pregnant or still having her, I just regret that I let things get that bad.

Ladies, I don’t know you all…or your stories, but if your relationships are abusive, you need to get out… Pregnant or not, no man has any right to ever hit you. That’s not love, and sorry just does not make up for it…

Please don’t put your innocent kids and unborn babies through that.