Part Two

That day Ed was home from work. I just wanted him to help clean the house. He just sat their playing video games like he always does. In frustration I began yelling at him. He just snapped he grabbed my arm and was in my face screaming at me. I pushed him away and yelled at him not to touch me. Next thing I knew he had his arm around my neck and he threw me to the ground. He was on top of me and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I started kicking and punching him yelling at him to get off me and that I couldn't breathe. He wouldn't stop he just kept going. I started screaming for help and his mom came over. I thought she would help me but I should of known better. Ed let go of me and his mom took my kids to her house. I got up crying and grabbed the phone and called my mom. Ed kept yelling at me and followed me up the stares. He only stopped when I told him my mom was calling the police. The police did come. I was dumb and didn't press charges. I was to afraid I didn't want to make him mad or his family. When the police left Ed jumped in a car with the kids and his mom. 5 hours I was left alone in my apartment crying. I had no money,no Transportation,no idea where my babies were. When they did come back they came back laughing and carrying pizza over to his grandparents house. I sat there alone in tears until my parents came to get me. Ed did not allow me to take or see my kids. Him and his family actually lied and said they had temporary custody and I could not have them. My heart broke the night I left and had to leave my kids behind. I spent 3 weeks crying everyday because he would not let me see my kids. still to this day I don't understand how he could do that to me and them. How can you be so heartless that you do not let your kids see their mother. How can you look at their little faces everyday and know that you took their mom from them. How could you make my babies think that their mother abandoned them like she didn't love them. Only a truly evil person could be capable of something so horrible. fast forward to today I am slowly getting back on my feet and taking control of my own life. I am still dealing with grueling family court dates, but my life is going good. It's weird to think that day was the worse day and the happiest day of my life. Worse day because I was separated from my kids the people that mean most to me in this world. Yet the happiest because I got away from him. I am finally free and I thank god for that everyday.