*Trigger Warning: Domestic abuse and miscarriage
I was twenty, in college, working two jobs, and living at home.
He was eighteen, rebellious, on probation, and my mother hated him. In other words, irresistible.
We dated in secret. When my mom found out, she kicked me out of the house in an act of tough love. Unfortunately, this only increased our resolve.
I moved in with him and lost myself in the process.
I quit my jobs, school, my family, friends….everything, but him.
He was uncaring. Manipulative. Controlling. And despite intense jealousy, he cheated constantly.
But I loved him, and protected him with tsunami intensity.
Not long after our two year anniversary, we moved into a tiny garage apartment in seedy East Dallas. The…
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