My parents hated my EXAH. My only real good friend hated him too.
There wasn't a person on this earth that was going to stop me from marrying him, and they didn't.
That was the beginning of 5 years into utter hell, chaos, violence, fear, hatred, and anxiety beyond description.
I lost myself piece by piece, day by day.
My bar of standards kept getting lower and lower.
Eventually I didn't know where I ended and he began.
When the physical abuse started, that was the beginning of the end.
I was hit in the head, thrown down the basement steps, had my face beat against a window till I was sure it would shatter.
I had a knife held to my side, was body-slammed to the floor, his knee on my chest, screaming at me so hard he was spitting on me.
That's where my decision led me.
You've made up your mind just as I did.
Just know that there is a better way to live, free of the insanity of alcoholism.
I am so incredibly grateful to have survived that period of my life, and to be able to share my recovery with others.