That special day finally came. We were at last husband & wife. We had been together for four years and I thought I knew him enough to think that this was the person I wanted to start a family and spend the rest of my life with.
On this special (our wedding), he drank so much, but it was OK, he was so happy.
Once we were alone and this was the night I had been looking fowards to for so long, he brutally took me in his arms, hurting me he said "Now you're mine."
That was the worst night in my life. He took me again, again and again without hearing my words saying "Stop, please stop".
Weeks went by and things were better. He often came home with flowers, chocolates or any little gift.
Afer a few months, I found out I was pregnant. What a blessing, how excited I felt. I prepared a special evening with candles. Time passed, dinner was cold, tired of waiting, I put everthing away and went to bed. He got home close to dawn, drunk and his clothes smelling cheap perfume. I didn't say a word and pretended to be asleep.
He started throwing things around the room. I got out of bed and the insults started. I tried to calm things down by telling him he was going to be a dad, but instead he got furious and slapped me and pushed me against the wall. I fell to the floor and he made it very clear that he didn't want kids and that I should get rid of it, or he would leave me.
The following morning brused and hurt I waited for him to leave to work. I got up and quickly gathered my things and left.
Now I have a reason to live and fight back against any obstacles. I'm free of pain and a child to love me and some day protect me.