I remember going to bed, and praying, “God, you've got to give me this promise. You've got to show me something.”, because I wanted to divorce him. I wanted out. I was afraid.
My father took a baseball bat from the corner of the room and started beating my mother over the head, face, and upper body. The darkest day of my life was the day they lowered her body into the ground.
My brothers and I were separated. When we came back together in our parents home it wasn’t any better. There was still a lot of abuse going on, so I moved back out the spring semester my senior year.