I went back over 10 times in 8 years, not because I thought I couldn’t make it on my own. I kept going back because it was normal for us. We would fight and make up…me with bruised ribs or busted lip…him with stab wounds and missing locs. I kept going back because I loved him more than I loved myself(i didn’t know it then). I have spent weeks in the hospital for fighting him while I was pregnant…being pushed down on my stomach…being elbowed in my stomach and worse. My children were all premature…ALL!!
To Be Continued…

-T.Lewis