I was once the kind of person who would burst into tears the minute anyone looked at me. That was knocked out of me you might say literally for with each beating, each move to a new town, a new shelter new therapists gave way for more stability. Until one day it was clear someone was going to die and given the physical differences the one to die was most likely going to be me. So that faithful day I realized this I decided ok fine you're going to kill me well so be it, but people are going to know in the town I was living in that upon my death who to look for. It is amazing how an abuser of this size can suddenly look like an ant about to be squished, and he was --in a local newspaper. a reporter came in to my group to do a report on the group and those who were guest speaking around the three counties. The day my paragraph, picture and signature appeared I recieved threats like you wouldnt believe. I wanted to die but my son chose that moment to kick inside me reminding me if I died I was not alone. I picked up the phone and went to a friends house on a military base ... and continued with my speaking engagements.. I was more angry than scared at that point. for how dare they keep forcing me to move to new towns every year or so. how dare they threaten my child. he wasn't born yet so threatening me threatens him. What happened.. Well cliff hanger time This computer is about to automatically log me out for it is on a timer. Can't wait until I have my own computer.