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Where there's a will, there is always a way

Every time he was drunk he would tell me how I would never amount to anything without him. How I would become homeless and lose the children. How I would crawl back to him begging him to take me back. Then he would follow it up with the detailed description on how he would kill me if I ever left him. I thank the Lord that during all those times, within me, there was a voice of strength, whispering that I can and would prove him wrong - I relied on that voice many of a night to get me through being emotionally battered to the point I was fighting not to become a shell.

I don't know why I am thinking about all of this now, all these years later. Perhaps it is because I am seeing the fruits of our (the children and my) struggle blossoming before me. I will not lie, after my marriage ended and the children and I were alone to live life during that recession, life was hard, extremely hard. If I admitted how many times I had to fight the thought of driving off a cliff, or into a tree, …

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