Before you read this keep an open mind. There is no sugar coating the truth about Abuse in any form. I hope the people that read this and are in a relationship like this will think twice about letting it go on after reading my story. I will not type in the full words since I am not sure how much can be said on this forum but again abuse is not pretty.

She cries softly in the corner
Again the [censored] hit her
He paces around screaming
Her lover no more just this demon
Tighter she curls into a ball
As glass shatters against the wall

Can no one hear this?
Can no one help her?
Will someone please come?

He grabs her hair and pulls
"You f***ing b**** just follow the rules!"
"Just do as I say
And I wouldn't have to make you pay!"
As blood from her lip
And a tooth he just chipped
Quickly fall to the floor
Softly she cries "Please no more"

Can no one hear this?
Can no one help her?
Will someone please come?

He drags her through the house
And with gas he does douse
He makes not a single haste
As she lays vomiting from the taste
Screaming "I can kill you now
Because no one cares any how"
"Stupid b**** your FAT and you're UGLY too
You will only have me to put up with you!"

Can no one hear this?
Can no one help her?
Will someone please come?

She looks up at him with swollen eyes
Tears flowing as she cries
And laughing he tries with one last kick
Until he hears behind him the sound of a click
That was the last f***ing blow he would make
Because finally for her sake

Someone heard this.
Someone helped her.
Someone did come.

Written by AnitaRae

Hi AnitaRae,

What a disturbing, sad, sad story.

My question is what happened to the man who did that to you?
I just didn't understand the last part of "until he hears behind him the sound of a click, that was the last ------- blow he would make, Because finally for her sake.

I truly hope that you have healed from that horrific abuse.

Thankyou for sending your story and your message.

Sent with Love, Ladysheep

He wasn't shot. That part was just mostly for what goes through a person's mind when they are put through something like that. I wished him dead so many times. I am not one to wish harm to anyone but one can be pushed to do just about anything.

I left him. We were together for seven years and the last three/four were the worst although he had slowly started in the previous years with the name calling and threatening to leave, mental things. He had hit me once in the previous years but mostly shoving and words in the beginning. It was the last three/four years that he was horrible physically, mentally and even sexually. He went to jail several times the last time for three months. That is when someone actually finally came in and seen what was going on because they heard it.

He use to get mad at me because I wouldn't lie about how I got the black eye or bruises on me. I may have chose to live in the hell but I wasn't going to lie about it. If I lied about it I accepted it and I didn't except it I just didn't know what to do exactly.

It took me a long time to get it in my head that there really was someone out there that would want me and that would treat me right. But for the longest I really thought he was the only one because of how he did things and how he beat it in me that he was the only one. Its all brain washing with pain.

He stalked me even after I finally put my foot down and got him out of my house. I even woke up with him laying in my bed watching me (this was after I had him out) and in turn started hitting and kicking since I wasn't sure who it was at first. I just woke up and seen someone laying there next to me staring at me. He had climbed through my bathroom window.

If I had stayed with him I do not know what would have become of me or my children. I was stupid for staying as long as I did but I was smart enough to finally say enough.

This poem also includes a previous relationship with another person before him that was also abusive. I was getting into a pattern apparently when I ended up with another one just like this one. I just blended them two together for this poem. But both had said the same thing about how they could kill me right then and no one could do a thing about it. Only with the first one he was cleaning a rifle at the time of saying it so needless to say I was so scared to death I vomitted.

No one should have to go through this, male or female. Its a horrible way to live in constant fear of what is going to happen if you say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing or even look the wrong way.

I wrote this poem with such harsh detail because there is no covering up the truth about how bad abuse is. There is no way of using nice little words. The truth is abuse is ugly, abuse is horrible and abuse is death. Death possibly in life but also death in your spirt. So I pray that anyone that reads this does get cold chills and gasps at the harshness of this and if they are in that kind of situation don't keep saying things like "He will change" or "He just had a bad day" or "But he does really love me deep down" or "But I love him" or "He promises he will never do it again".

Wake up! Get out! Become who you were again and live!

Hi AnitaRae,

I have experience the same thing. 17yrs ago my daughter was about 10 months old, I was trying to get away from her dad. He had another woman while I was pregnant, and he was also a drug abuser. When I finally said "enough!!" We left,
and rented a place with my friend and her little girl. I had started dating again and was seeing someone, well my daughters dad came in our home in the middle of the night when we were sleeping,
I had the guy with me at the time in bed (all clothes on). Well he came in with a gun and held us all hostage in there. He shot many shots
in the roof, and then, pointed the gun at the guy I was with, and pistol whipped him, put gun shots right through the bed. The guy was told to get on his knees, and hit and kicked many times. We were finally able to get out of there and call the police from a neighbors. It was terrible. The guy had to get medical care. And her dad put in jail, but he bribed the guy to not show up to court if he would give him a car,
so he did it. Well that was the end of that relationship too. Her dad also gave me a black eye during my time with him.

Then another time I was dating another guy, and me and my daughter were living with my mother, and her dad came right in the front door, while my friend was laying on the floor watching t.v.,
he kicked him really hard in the face and walked back out the door.

That man terrorized me and everyone I would go with. I left that state 2 years after, and have not gone back because of him.

He has since been in jail, and prison a few times since then. And now he is in jail on his way to prison again, and this time it won't be for only a year. He's going away for a long time this time.

My daughter, now 18 went there a few months ago, and he was arrested the night she got there (Thank God!!!). My daughter is now safe!!!

Sent with Love, Ladysheep

Unfortunately situations like this in life make us stronger people. I am sure your a strong women from the experience and a fighter, fighter for life that is.

I am so glad to hear that you are no longer in that kind of relationship and that you left to get away from it.

I do hope that you find someone that treats you and your daughter with the love that you both deserve and I hope that all the pain hasn't hurt your daughter any. I worry about my kids turning out that way because of seeing so much. I blame myself for making them live in it as long as we did.

We make many mistakes in our life time but some of them it takes a life time to forgive ourselves for.

Hi AnitaRae,

Yes, my dughter was very little when we left. But when she turned 13 yrs old. She wanted daddy!!, even though he didn't care to call her but maybe once a year, no support at all. She ran a few times out there and the Juvenile Interstate Compact kept bringing her back for me. Even though the judge told him and her grandmother never to send her money again to bring her out there, they still continued to do it. But after she turned 16 the courts couldn't help any more. I was very frightened and prayed constantly every time she ran out there.

No worrying now thought, she is doing well and safe. And him going away to prison for a long, long time.

Sent with Love, Ladysheep

Thank God your alive.

\o/ well when I was little I got what I deserved from mom..

then from hubby when married..of course the things were my fault..or they wanted me to believe it was.

I did nothing to deserve any of that.either.

I am sorry you went through that..the fear and the pain..I do understand..

I also vomited and when I was a child I messed myself and got it even more..

you know my mom got real sick..she ended up having a leg amputated..she use to threaten to cut our legs off when we were small..

my brother said..what she said to us..GOD PUNISHED YOU..
she use to tell us God is going to punish you.

my daughter said she use to think God made her dad get ms..so he couldn't hurt us anymore..
that is really what she believed she prayed God would stop him..and it was his arm that was afected and he could really only use his right arm a little..to feed himself in the end..but he could not go or come after us for a long long time..maybe 20 years cause he needed help getting up..he use to sit and sharpen a hunting knife..all the time..we were a quiet household..
sheer terror..we did not get him upset..everyone thought he was sooo sweet..grrrrr..if they only knew..I always felt people would never believe us.
how sad..but thank God the past is past and we learn from it..

BIG HUGS FOR YOU..Anita Rae..
Keep on Keeping on!!!
EarthAngel

I am so sorry you went through that sadeyes. I cannot understand why certain parents are that way. I hear of things that parents do to their children on the news and cry because I flat out don't understand. I will get upset with my kids and maybe even lose it occasionally and yell but to imagine wanting to hurt them or even kill them rips my heart out.

My mom was raised in a home with her brothers and sisters because her mom pretty much dropped them off there because she felt she couldn't raise them and plus I think it was because of drinking too. So my mom grew up strict and wanted things done certain ways and she only really lost it once with me when I was a teenager. You know that time when the daughters and moms tend to butt heads. She was spanking me and I refused to cry and that made it worse. She really started hitting me then. Later after going and talking to our family doctor, because my mom felt so bad, she said she lost it because I wouldn't cry. She said it hurt her so bad when I did that it made it seem like I was use to it because she may have punished me too much or something like that. That was the only time she ever hit me in a way I would call abuse. She broke many things though when they weren't done correctly. lol

But in all my mother was a good mother and I love her deeply. I was her first so I was her learning child and she was young. I know its hard sometimes on the first ones. Even my son I feel had it harder than my second.