I helped myself. I got free. He has left, i sent him home. it was the last straw, i could not take it anymore, he put all my wedding photos on fire and when i tried to grab them out of his hand he punched me across the face. ended up with a bloody fat lip. then he shoved me and lifted me while i fought him where my head hit the ceiling light and broke it, fell on top of all my broken picture frames of glass on the floor. my sister heard me hysterically crying and saw my face and attacked him punched him and he hit her. we ran into my room and locked the door. Next day (Saturday), we had him out on a flight back to where he belongs, not in my life. Things got as bad as they could before they getting better. As they say " life is always darkest before the dawn". Sunday was the last day of that life. i start a new chapter. Last thing in the chapter of bad was my sweetheart dog that i had for 15 years passed away on sunday. thats the last of it. the sign off. I am not taking anymore. im going to make whatever gets thrown my way into a postive and work with it. I am gonna start taking control of my life. Smile even if it hurts! time to reconstruct.