I’m free she said, I can finally breathe. Live a normal life again, and not have to deal with the abuse from the man I thought I’d loved. In the beginning everything felt so right; everything was falling into place. I felt secure, like a sense of being loved again. Then the day came to make the first step and live together. I was having these thoughts of spending the rest of my life with him; the man who stole my heart. We seemed inseparable. It was like I was in heaven, and all my pray’s had been answered. It started out great, for the first couple of weeks. Then it was “get out”, the words I’d never thought that I would here, coming from the man that promised me the world. It was becoming a never ending battle, which seemed to never go away. The time came to where I had to make choices for myself, and what was best for my life. The day came where I left. Yet when it all sank in, there still seemed to be an empty hole in my heart. I kept thinking that things could work, because everyone deserves a second chance. Once he told me that he had changed, and wanted things to work, I’d believed in him that much that I couldn’t resist. Again he promised me the world, and not only the world, but a commitment; of for better or for worse, through sickness and in health. The words I’d been waiting to hear. Once we were married, the moving process started again. Also the abuse process started again as well. I thought “What am I doing?” “Why did I put myself in this position again?” and “I just wanted things to work”. All these thoughts seemed to race through my mind, as I’d sit there and contemplate on what I should do. Stay in this marriage and suffer till I’m old and gray, or leave and start a new beginning. It seemed that my decisions were coming from my emotions and not my heart, from the mental and emotional abuse. 1 I was basing things on what I’d hoped for, like wanting to feel that security I’d felt in the beginning. The abuse got so bad, where I had to make a choice, I knew I couldn’t live like this anymore, and I could see what he was doing. I knew it was coming to an end, but it was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, knowing that I could be free. I was starting to become myself again, and that was a feeling I wouldn’t put aside to stay with a man who could care less of what I felt. We were married for four years, yet it ended in a divorce that I couldn’t be happier to tell people that it was over. During the four years, which seemed like hundred, was finally over. Before, I was living in a life that was black and white. Now that I was free I was living in a world with color; the old world that I knew and loved was finally in my view. Not only was I living in a new life, but I knew that I could never let my heart get to a place like that again.