I felt trapped in my marriage. I should have known when I wanted to "run" from the church on my wedding day. I did not run, but I prob should have. I got in way over my head when I married out of my culture as my now x husband is from the Middle East.

I knew I was in trouble big time when I gave birth to our son and my then husband picked me up from the hospital less than 24 hrs after giving birth, and dropped me off at the foot of the apartment and drove back to work. I was hungry. Baby was hungry. And my older son, he was l0 at the time, was hungry and we all cried together. lol. I called my mother for help and when she arrived all she did was complain as to what in the world was I thinking to have another baby.

There was a lot of emotional abuse. Some physical abuse. As I called the police 3 times during the l0 year marriage. I was mad at myself for believing in "a family". I was determined to stick it out until my son graduated high school.

It did not work out as I planned as physical abuse got a bit messy and I knew it was time to get out of the marriage. I was pretty much damaged by this time. Things got real messy and divorce was only solution.

In the long run, the marriage was a big mistake. I should have divorced within the first year of marriage. Dreams were shattered. I was shattered. Life was a mess. Sometime, I am sure, things for me will get better me. The key lies within me. I just need to "believe"....