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My Story
04-18-2016
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come over to break up with me then sometimes two hours later, sometimes
two days later wanted to get back together. It was very confusing for me
and when I had enough of this misleading behavior and crying over him, I
gave him an ultimatum that he either is with me and helps to take
responsibility for this coming baby or he needs to leave me alone and Ill
notify him when I give birth if I need financial help. He chose to stay.
My mom advised him to invest the money he had saved up in a
condominium for us. Eventually he agreed but not before I had to sign a
prenuptial agreement that I can live there with him but will never claim any
rights to it. That didnt sit right with me, but I did it to be with him, so that my
daughter can grow up with a mother and a father. My mom let me take a
bedroom set, and my sister set us up with household needs, such as
towels, pots and pans, plates etc. To get him to buy anything for the house
was always a struggle. At nine months pregnant I still had to sit on the floor
to eat dinner because he couldnt make up his mind to buy a table.
After I had my baby, I finished my school and got a job at a local
salon, on the weekends I would still wait tables. He didnt want to have
anything to do for our baby. When our daughter got sick with an ear
infection he blamed me for it and wouldnt give money for the antibiotics,
again my sister helped out.
Since we moved in together he was giving me very hard time about
talking to my family or friends, accused me of cheating on him with my
neighbor when he was at work. Many times threatened to throw me out. I
remember one time, I went to my nephews birthday party, of course
without him, and not even an hour later he called and said that he is not
feeling good and had to go to the hospital. Therefore, I had to leave the
party and search for him because he wouldnt tell me which one he went to,
and come home to take care of him.
Much of that psychological abuse was inflicted on me, along with
verbal put downs, and making me feel guilty for everything and everything
was my fault. Soon I got pregnant again. For the sake of the pregnancy Ive
learned how to tune him out from time to time. I was allowed to work as
long as I kept up with the duties at home and made enough money for
expenses associated with work, such as gas and babysitting.
My new baby was four months old when he raised his hand on me for
the first time. As always it started off with a big argument, about me putting
an empty ashtray under the sink in the kitchen cabinet. I was able to duck
the first punch with my daughter in my arms, that left a big hole in the wall,
but the next thing I remember was looking at my oldest daughter hiding
under the dining room table with this horrifying look in her eyes. Next thing I
remember was trying not to land on the floor on top of the baby. I was
shocked. Then he tried choking me, and dragged me across the apartment
by my hair to physically put me outside of his apartment.
I was feeling helpless over my life. Life as I knew stopped having any
sense. I didnt know what to do or what not to do. My family was done with
me when I didnt leave him and yet got pregnant second time. They didnt
want to have anything to do with me and they didnt want my problems
around them.
After that, things went quiet for few days. Then he was apologizing
and promised not to do it. He said he didnt know what came over him, but
if I wouldnt put that ashtray under the sink he wouldnt lost it.
After putting up with this for about a year I needed to leave. My mom
agreed for me to move in with her as she finally saw bruises in places that I
couldnt explain. About six months later, after he begged me to come back,
I decided to try it again, hoping that he changed. It was good for a while, he
even agreed to buy a house together. Now I see that this to him was only
financial investment and an excuse not to be home from work.
All the work around the house fell on me. All the fixing, renovations,
cutting grass, making sure bills were paid, and kids were taken care of.
When he was home, he picked on the things that I didnt get to in time. He
started to come home later and later. Most of the time he was drunk. I had
to be up and awake waiting for him with dinner, otherwise I was getting
beat up. Ive tried to avoid arguments by leaving the room and he would
fallow me and continue to verbally assault me, until I snapped and said
something back at him, then it was a green light to put his hands on me.
Of course next day he denied it. Blamed it on the alcohol.
After two years, an opportunity came for us to move to Cincinnati
from Chicago. Still wanting to save my marriage, I talked him into moving. I
was hoping that new environment, no more friends to drink with at a strip
clubs, and no family putting in their thoughts into our marriage, would give
us a fair chance to learn to rely on each others and would make things
better between us.
We never got to exchange our vows in church, and never had a
wedding reception, being catholic it was bothering me. So we did that. In
the middle of planning the wedding I got pregnant again. Since the beatings
stopped I thought that he was really changing. He always nagged how he
doesnt have a son, so I tried that too, to make him happy.
Reflecting back now, I see that the reason why he stopped being
physically abusive was only because he was either not home or too drunk.
We sold two condominiums that we each owned separately when
one of the times we split up. That was a down payment for a house here in
Cincinnati. We bought a house across his relative. To my surprise a month
after we moved here his cousin was moving in with us from Chicago.
Apparently they made a such plan and my husband failed to inform me.
Right before we moved, my son was four weeks old, and one night he
came home so drunk from celebrating farewell, he decided he wanted
sex. But I couldnt, I was still bleeding after the pregnancy, everything was
still hurting. He didnt care. My stitches ripped, I felt as if I was bleeding out,
he got angry that I was bleeding too much, and the rest was same as
always. However, I was pregnant again.
His uncle that lived across the street from us, worked for a company
that has many apartment buildings in Clifton. He started giving me work
cleaning those apartments. Then he asked me to clean hallways in those
buildings. Do to my hard work, I made an impression on his bosses, and
they started to specifically request my services. He used to come over
sometimes to talk about the job or to have a drink with my husband. When
he started to notice that things at home werent what everyone thought,
such as, I worked hard and took care of two kids and an infant, and all the
house work of course, and paid the bills, but my husband always found
something wrong with me. He started to say things to my husband in my
defense. My husband did not like that, so he decided that we need to move
into a bigger house.
home to other kids and with a towel between my legs I drove myself to the
ER. 35 weeks pregnant my placenta ripped. I had to stay in the hospital for
a week, then they scheduled another C-section. I missed my fourth childs
second birthday, he made me feel really guilty about that. When I came
back home, his mother practically lived there already.
I saw and felt that something has changed. When he was giving me a
hard time about that his business is supporting mine I decided to separate
the businesses. With that he separated himself from me. I went back to
work, this time only four weeks after having the baby. I was suffering with
untreated depression, that I was diagnosed with when I finally saw a doctor
with my fourth pregnancy. I tried antidepressants but I was also selfmedicating with alcohol. At time I thought I was going crazy in my head. So
I stopped the anti-depressants and continued to drink. I was stressed,
overwhelmed, and suicidal.
I knew I was already an alcoholic, had to have a drink in the morning
to stop the shaking, then at lunch and after I got my kids from school and
daycare, I cooked with a drink, and when they went to bed I had a few
more.
He spoke of hating me, I hated myself, and my twelve-year-old
daughter started to hate me too. His mother brought over from Poland his
youngest brother and his girlfriend. She was supposed to fill in my role in
the family business. They convened my husband that he doesnt need me,
and he convinced me that my kids would be much better off without a
mother like me.
I had enough of the assaults, and rape. I wanted to leave or die. I
couldnt imagine how I was supposed to be able to take care of five
children. I remembered his words that he would kill me if I left. He told me
many times that he doesnt want me but he will never allow me to be with
anybody else. He started calling the police on me if we argued. He wanted
to destroy my credibility to the police. He started talking bad about me at
my work, how he was a victim of my abuse.
Six months of this explosive hell I was driving home after work and
picked up kids from the daycare, and had a car accident.
Luckily I wasnt drinking for few days then. By then I really tried hard
to quit drinking, I was able to stay sober for few weeks, and sometimes a
month at a time, unfortunately fallowed by a binge that sometimes lasted a
whole weekend.
The accident was bad. I totaled my car. I dropped my cell phone while
arguing with my husband, because by accident I just found out he forged
my signature to buy and investment property. It was raining. Reaching for
my cell phone, I swirled a foot of the road and hit an electrical pole.
Knocked that down and continued into a tree that stopped my car, and
landed sideway on the road. Five houses down from my driveway. Luckily
there was a police officer driving by and saw everything. I got rushed to the
hospital with an open scull and broken spine and my kids went to a
different one. They were fine, no scratch on them. My husband only called
once to the hospital asking if I was still alive. My mom came from Chicago.
She begged me to leave him, but I couldnt leave my kids.
Three months later, when I got out of a body brace I decided to eat all
my pain medication, hoping that my heart will stop, and I wont weak up. On
top of that I drank all day. I was done with this life. Unfortunately, or
fortunately i woke up the next day, sick to my stomach. Two days later,
when I stopped vomiting, I was convinced that no matter what I do I cant
die. I decided to go to a rehab. I started calling places, not knowing
anything about this. The only thing I knew is that I needed to remove myself
from that house in order to be able to get help. Four days later I entered an
inpatient rehab. That was December 3rd. 2011.
When my husband found out what I decided, he was furious, didnt let
me sleep for two days, kept on fallowing me from room to room, yelling and
crying. He kept on pleading: Christmas is coming; cant you wait till after
New Years? Whos going to decorate the house for Christmas?. I didnt
care anymore what he wanted.
My relationship with my oldest daughter became very strange.
Something was wrong and I just couldnt place my finger on it. She was
becoming like him, yelling and wishing she was dead.
Two weeks into my rehab I got served with the divorce papers.
Papers that were ready six months ago. It said that I have abandoned the
house and the children. But prior to that he kept on calling every day,
sometimes five or six times a day asking about me, and what was new with
me. He even made quite a donation to the facility for Christmas. And for
Christmas, three days after I got served with the divorce papers he brought
me a half carat diamond neckless. That I could never understand. Four
weeks after rehab I was ready to be discharged but he said that he wasnt
ready to have me home, so I stayed another two weeks.
When I came back home, I wasnt allowed to care for my kids. I was
allowed to fix meals for them, help them with homework, and bath them
only. When I wanted to hug them or carry my baby in my arms his mother
would rip her out of my hands. She would fallow me from room to room and
report back to my soon to be ex, everything I did and/or said.
When he was home, I remember saying the serenity prayer over and
over again when he was standing above me and yelling that I did
something I wasnt supposed to. I wasnt allowed to have any contact with
my oldest daughter, while she was acting like his spouse. One time I
wanted to change the bed sheets and I found bloody underwear under her
pillow. Many times I would find him coming out of her room in the middle of
the night, and I was not allowed in her room or to talk to her. Then I found
out that she was sex-texting. When I took her cell phone away and she was
forced to stop, her necked pictures ended up all over the internet. At one
point I found out that she tried to drown herself when I was at rehab.
Imagine the pain and guilt there I felt.
A month into this craziness I got served with court papers to move out
of the house. I moved into the house we first bought when we moved here
from Chicago. I couldnt see my kids for four months, until the court
assigned me visitations.
In the process of the divorce, my visitations were increased to almost
shared parenting time, the only difference was I was the only one doing the
parenting. He didnt care. Refused to give the kids lunch money, or buy any
school supplies. He still had the interim custody, and it wasnt convenient
for him to change the daycare then so that my son could go to kindergarten
at an elementary school. (since then my son has been behind with his
academics, and now facing not passing to fourth grade).
When my oldest daughter ended up posting on the internet that she
will hang herself on the last day of middle school, he told the school to call
me to deal with that because he was busy at work. That was the last straw
for me, I filled for sole custody after that. I was granted temporary custody
after that, kids came to live with me, he only had visitations. With me
agreeing to move the custody case to the juvenile court I was able to close
on my divorce.
However, his abuse did not stop. He would call the police in the
middle of the night, alleging that Im drunk with kids. I would wake up in the
middle of the night and see him starring at my home from across the street.
Hed fallow me around during the day and cause arguments in public
places. Bribed the two teenage daughters with stylish clothes and cell
phones to spy on me and give me hard time.
My oldest daughter was already on antidepressant medication at age
fourteen, still cutting and talking about committing suicide. She had been to
many inpatient facilities and done many outpatient treatments. My son
started to call me names, (because that was what dad referred about me to
them). I couldnt handle the pressure. To top it all, I lost half of my income
two weeks before Christmas, and I worked so hard to build up my clients,
because after the separation with my husband I had to give up my
business.
In march of 2014, I relapsed. I got drunk after two years of sobriety.
My oldest daughter came home and found me passed out on the couch.
She first called her dad, who came and punched me, he then called
children services and police. I lost my kids. Shame and guilt I still live with.
He did not make this easy on me. Again, I couldnt see my kids for
about three months. Then I had to go through the system. Have supervised
visitations once a week for four hours, then unsupervised, then he added
weekends and later on one evening a week.
I decided to use this time and get myself better. Went through another
treatment, this time an outpatient. When I completed that I literary thru
myself in the middle of Alcoholics Anonymous. Most importantly made a
decision to go to college.
With all my experience with Job and Family Services, I have been
discriminated against for being in AA, I decided to study social work. I
believe we all should get a second chance.