The Day I Almost Lost My Life to My Abuser

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The Day I Almost Lost My Life To My Abuser It was a humid late summer afternoon in June and I was nervously driving to Tennessee all alone with no cell phone, where I had lived with husband and two children. I left my children in the care of a relative while I made the trip to collect our clothes and important items. I did not want to bring them because I knew if I had contact with my husband, they would see me abused. For nearly five long never ending years, I was a victim of spousal abuse. It is still hard for me to say that about my self—Victim. I had left North Carolina to go collect my children’s and my belongings from our home. You see just two days earlier I decided that I was going to leave my husband for good this time. So I quickly collected my things as soon as he left for work that morning and I was North Carolina bound. Once was safely there surrounded my family, I could collect my thoughts. After discussing this in detail with my mother, I realized I needed to return to Tennessee to get my children’s things. It was all they had in the world and I was in no position financially to buy new necessities for them or myself. So I nervously pulled myself together to make the long and frightful trip. Once I arrived in Tennessee, I went straight to the local sheriff’s department to get help to go collect my things from our home. I was out of luck because the deputy informed me that it was unlawful to oversee a spouse remove things from the home unless there was a court order. I pleaded with them that if I went there alone and my husband was there, he would harm me. However, my pleas did no good. I went alone to our home deep in the remote mountain area of Dandridge, Tn. As I turned each dangerously sharp curve on the steep mountain roads, I got more and more afraid and the sick nauseous feeling in my stomach got worse. As I

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