On February 26, 2017 my once husband tossed me around our kitchen like a rag doll and beat me horrifically for almost an hour while our boys slept upstairs. The first time.
Almost 2 weeks to the day he nearly killed me in front of them as he bashed my face in with his and split my forehead open. The last time.
I call it the first and the last time because physically it was just that.
But make no mistake.
The names.
The insults.
The degrading.
The threats
The isolation.
The accusations.
The broken walls + items.
The forced sexual contact.
The financial chaos.
The stealing.
The lies.
The gun.
All abuse.
All of it.
As we get closer to the “fuck that guy- aversary” I feel drawn to talk + write more or our story. It’s part of my therapy and healing and I pray and hope that someone somewhere needs to see what I have to say.
I wrote about the first time last here: https://coreychristine.com/2019/01/29/the-first-time/
I have the last time coming likely to a podcast… talking is easier for me and to recount those times it’s a really hard day to write down and have to edit and proofread it over and over.
HEAR ME SISTER 🗣
Leave.
Go.
Before the first time.
Don’t let it get physical.
You know when your worth; your life; your happiness is being violated. That’s abuse.
You are worth more. You deserve more ++ only you can walk out that door.
That last time could have been the last time I saw my babies, took my final breaths and became another statistic to domestic violence. 🖤✨
Corey Christine 