Almost 8 and a half years ago I left an abusive relationship. I left that relationship a few days after my daughter was born. I left with her and a suitcase of a few of our belongings. That's it. The days that followed the leave, really cemented in my decision, and a week after leaving, I filed for divorce.
When I think back about everything that happened during that time of my life, I'm amazed at what I thought I deserved. And that's the key word, "deserved". I thought I deserved the way I was being treated and didn't think I deserved anything better. I thought the way I was being treated was as good as it got, that it was a normal relationship… because love is pain right? As long as they say sorry, it's ok, because you're together.