| Friday, January 06, 2006 |
| 3.20.5 |
So I Got Married....Yes, married at 17 to someone 13 years my senior. I was a very mature 17 year old, I thought, lol. So I begin this life. I didn''t know him that well. I knew his family but had only met him 2 months before marrying him. He asked me about 2 weeks into it but I would not say yes. What happened to change my mind? Well, one morning before school my step-father decided to beat my brother up good. He punched him with his fists for a bit then slammed his head into the counter, slid him down said counter, opened the basement door and kicked him down the steps. I went to school very upset. They had to call the pastor to come to the school to talk to me. They even let me make a long distance call to Jack, my soon to be husband, and tell him that I would marry him. I just had to get away from what was happening since I could do nothing to change it. I was so distraught. That was on Monday, on Wednesday he came to pick up some of my stuff and sign for a marriage liscense. On Friday I picked up the liscense and on Saturday we were married. Just like that. No real thought. Just running. Come to find out I went from one fire to another. My first beating was over me not locking the storm door while home alone. The next was over me finding his release papers from the Navy and reading them, innocently I might add. I did learn that he was released from the Navy for manic pschyzophrenia (sp). Whoa! Well the beatings continued over stupid inane things. Here I was now 18 dealing with an abusive husband, 3 step-children, and an ex-wife from hades. I remember one time he beat me so bad that I had what looked like blood blisters all the way from my ears to my breasts on both sides of my head. He had boxed my ears but good. I passed out from it. He broke my nose too. When taken to the hospital I lied and told them I tripped. Of course they new better but nothing was said, just looks. I really liked his family and couldn''t figure out how he was spawned from them. Yet, he was not as mean as the next man I married, lol. I thought he was the meanest person next to my step-dad at the time tho. We were married 2 and a half years. I tried my best to maintain.
March 20, 2005 1:22 AM |
posted by Teressa @ 11:44 AM  |
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