Husband#2 finally got managed to isolate the kids and myself. Somehow I was persuaded by him that we all wanted to move to the other side of the state.

I realize this now. ISOLATION made Husband#2 perceive he was powerful. We knew zero about where we were moving to. We knew no one. That’s how he wanted it. No more family interruptions because they won’t be able to help.

I was highly uncomfortable with thinking about this. His beatings were on a daily basis. His emotional abuse surpassed another degree of hate.

By this time I’d tried to contemplate any other alternatives of habitation without him. The psychotic ritual inflicted upon me through him had become severe in comparison to the point of any violence I knew.

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