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I was only eighteen years old and I was living with a wonderful man who had been by my side since I was in my fifth month of pregnancy. He worked and helped me pay the bills; he had helped me out when I went to school. I had been on my own since I was sixteen when I found out that I was pregnant. His family even accepted me and my son into their life and family. But because of something inside me that didn't realize he was special to me, and I was worthy of receiving this type of compassion I decided on of all days Valentines Day to break up with him. I am not sure now why I would have walked away from the one person who was wonderful to me but I will regret that move for the rest of my life.

I know that the choices we make at the time make up for our future but for some reason I chose the really hard path in life, this is my story of my first marriage to the father of my children.

It was only a few weeks after the break up with the person I described previously. I contacted my son's father and we decided to get married. He went in and signed the recognition of parentage and we changed our son's last name. (Something I will also regret). Then we got ready for the day we were to get married. The night before we got married, my ex decided to get really drunk with his friends and a few girls. His brother came to the house to tell me what was going on. I went to his friend's house and told him that there was no way we were getting married in the morning and I left. Well he came after me about twenty minutes later. He punched out the front window of the door because I had locked him out. When he got in the house he started throwing me around. I got scared and didn't know what I could do, so I ended up getting married to him. These beatings happened about twice a week and I felt there was nothing I could do.

Then my ex decided that we were going to move out to the country in a house owned by his family so we didn't have to pay any rent to anyone. He took all the money I had every pay day so I didn't have any money to pay the bills. He got angry when I had to buy diapers for our son with the money. I worked for free at a neighboring farm to get fresh milk for our son. I would make butter out of the cream from the milk. He sold my car, and most of my belongings that I had bought before he and I had been together. He would freak out if either of my parents would come by to check on me.

Well then his brother started staying with us; I had known his brother well before I

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