I was 19 years old when I had my daughter. I had nothing else in the world it seemed like but her. Her father was not around and I was lonely, very very lonely. I met my abuser when my daughter was 6 months old. Immediately he became attached to her and vice versa. In the beginning he was alittle bossy, kinda wanted to have things his way all the time but I never put two and two together. He went out alot and stayed out late even more. He smoked marijuana and drank alot too, but by this time I thought, "Oh he is just young","He will change..."But then a year and a half later I got pregnant with my son. I was so excited! I thought this will bring us closer. He was working as was I things couldn't go wrong. WRONG! Then first time he hit me I was 6 and a half months pregnant. We were arguing ( which was a normal thing in our home) about money as always. he jumped on me and started to hit me in my face he was sitting on my stomache.
