SWEET DREAMS--My Best Friend 4---In search of......

As my best friend started to heal from her horrific ordeal and loss,my abusive first husband and I took our son and moved into my Daddy's apartment over the garage.Soon after, I discovered that I was pregnant with my second child.By now I hated the man that I lived with and I would no longer allow him to touch me.I thought perhaps this would force him to leave me alone and remove himself from my life.I had so very much wanted to move into that cozy little apartment with just my son but that didn't happen.My parents took marriage very seriously and were pretty much like "You've made your bed,Now you have to lie in it".Those were some very unhappy years and a lot of things I honestly don't remember,it's like a big blur.My abusive 1st husband landed himself another job with a local glass company.I knew that it wouldn't last long but I was thrilled that he would be out of the apartment and my site.I loved whenever he wasn't aound.I would literally cringe when I would hear him coming up the stairs.I was into reading a lot back then because I was a prisoner I couldn't go out or do anything.



My Mother-In-Law would even come by and ask her son if I could go out with her and he would always say no.She would say to him "Boy I'm your Mother, what's she going to do wrong with me?" and he would say "I know who you are".Around this time she and I started to get along,I felt that she finally understood what I was going through with her abusive and controlling son.She would also tell him that he should not abuse the one he loves.But it was to no avail.By this time my best friend had moved also.She moved into a small house that was in the same area as her Parents house.I would not really be able to visit her until my final seperation from my abusive 1st husband.Because he would drink up all the money he made we were unable to keep a home phone and I was so terrifed that I would go into labor all alone in that apartment and not be able to get help.Thank God that didn't happen.My daughter would be born on Father's Day 1980 a healthy baby.Her dad left the hospital and came back later on that day drunk.I was so disgusted,I felt sick to my stomach.His older brother who drove him up to the hospital,had to almost literally carry him out.And then during another time I remember also seeing a sinister side of my abusive husband when he had gotten a puppy from someone and he took the poor helpless pup outside on the porch and cut off it's tail.That poor puppy cried out in shriek's of severe pain.I had to keep my 2 year old son away from the area.There was no way that I could allow him to see such a horrible act by his dad.There was blood everywhere on the porch.It literally looked as if something had been slaughtered out there.I started thinking back to my best friend Bernice and what she had told me about praying, for her then abusive boyfriend to be arrested and I myself began to pray to God above for relief from this situation.I wanted out BAD.My abusive husband always told me though,that he would never let me go and that he would kill for what was his.He also told me that he would take my children away from me.He said "You will NEVER get my KIDS!!!".He felt this way because his Mom had left his dad and took he and his brother with her.She had said that his dad would literally lock her in the house.So finally one day she took her sons and left she moved very far away but even though she did it for good reason,he refused to see it that way.I had really gotten myself into a horrible mess with no easy escape.So I begun to pray hard,very hard.I had to get out this mess somehow....