I lived it with a mother and father. He beat her, she beat us. She hit us with belt buckles, boards, clothes hangers...whatever she felt like. My head being the eldest went into the wall the most often. She bit me when I was small, she never loved us, never rocked us or held us.

He beat her one time also to a bloody pulp, tore her clothes off her and I stood at the top of the stairs and I screamed no more!!! I was 15 yrs old...NO MORE. He came to the stairway to get me and when he did she ran out the back door, in her slip in the winter, bare foot to a neighbor who took her in and called police. My brother snuck down stairs and got my dad's shot gun..he planned to use it. Then my father left driving through three police vehicles who blocked him on the road. He did 3 months in the loony bin with electrical shock therapy.

Thats when I swore I would never live that way. No man would ever raise his hand to me or my children, not ever. If you raise your hand to me and not in lov