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with his temper, he was also overly jealous, very controlling and often critical. I knew all of this ahead of time also, but it seemed to intensify significantly after we were married. He got mad if he thought I was talking to one of his friends too much, or they were paying me too much attention. He drove me to school and work, and picked me up even though I had my own car. Told me what clothes and make up I could wear, and told me I was getting fat when I gained an extra five pounds.

One day when he came to pick me up at school I was standing in the parking lot talking to some friends while I waited. There was about five or six of us there, several guys included. Tommy pulled up beside us and immediately jumped out of his car, smacked the poor guy in the mouth that happen to be innocently standing next to me. Then he grabbed me by the hair, my books and papers went flying everywhere, and he dragged me in the car with him. It all happened so fast, it took me a few minutes to even realize what had transpired. I stared at the big clump of long hair that he had pulled out of my head, and was now laying in the seat beside me. The shock of what he had done was so great all I could do was sit there and cry all the way home. That was the beginning of my journey into a life I had no idea existed outside of horror movies and nightmares.

Tommy refused to let me go back to school. One of my friends called and came by to give me my books that we just left in the parking lot, but he would not let me talk to her. I was so embarrassed and humiliated, I don't know if I could have even gone back after that. He accused me of flirting with the boy that he had hit, and said he knew we were plotting a way to meet each other somewhere later. I was devastated at his accusations, and tried to tell him that wasn't the truth, but he just pushed me away from him and stormed out the door.

I felt numb all over, and eventually cried myself to sleep. Tommy came home about four A.M. the next morning. He climbed in bed beside me, and hugged me close. He told me how sorry he was, and how much he loved me. I was so relieved, and as the numbness faded, once again I felt safe, and secure beside this man I loved with all my heart and soul.

Things went well for the next several months. I didn't go back to school, but I made arrangements to take the GED exam, and decided not to tell my parents for a while. I went to work full time as a waitress, and studied for the GED test in my spare time. Tommy

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