Last night, I had the craziest dream, I was dreaming about when I was in my early 20’s, at that time I had an abusive boyfriend/fiance…

I was woking as a hostess in a Bob Evans and I was working and he came in and slapped me across my face in front of everyone… customers & staff…

I remember walking out crying, never looking back… I can’t remember why he did it but does it really matter anyhow? I think back now, what was I thinking?

…Domestic Abuse is no joke.

I don’t pray but I can’t help but “pray” that my kids don’t put themselves in the situations I did.

Next, to having them, the best thing that happened to me was meeting my husband. He saved me…

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