It all started when we first met. It happened like it always does in fairytales. He treats me kindly, opening my door for me, visiting me on my breaks at work. A random little gift he got because he was thinking of me. Always checking in on me and even getting to know and love my daughter.

Soon it became living together, sharing my space with him. Sharing my area, my home, my life with someone I believed I could trust. It started slowly, little discrepancies he didn't think I'd notice. First he quit his job, I thought nothing of it because I had only figured he did it to save money on childcare costs. It trapped me in an endless cycle of having to constantly work to provide for the three of us.

Next came the lying. The inconsistency, the manipulation and threats. Degrading me till I caved in to buy whatever he wanted whether it was weed or alcohol. Accusing that I never loved him and that I was cheating on him. He stopped talking about important things with me or communicating about my daughter or finances or bills. I stopped funding his bad habits and there came the threats and manipulation; always saying if I loved him, I woukd buy him this or that and if I refused, he'd go kill himself.

Then he began taking his anger out on me and my baby after we found out I was pregnant. Screaming at her to shut the f up cause she was crying while I was taking care of her. It angered me, so I screamed at him for saying things like that to a 4 month old infant. He didn't care, it never stopped. Even when I was working and he'd be with my family, one of my nieces would want to feed her baby food and he'd get mad and say no because 'he didn't want to deal with the mess she'd make and have to clean her up'. My sister even suggested to strip her to just her diaper and put an old table sheet we use for parties or get togethers under her bumbo seat so it would be easy to clean up. That only angered him further to where he'd curse at my family and storm out to go smoke his weed.

He had refused to feed her baby food hardly at all unless I was home and doing it myself. She was almost labeled as Failure To Thrive due to his negligence. He almost cost me my first babys life. I had my family check in on him more often when I was at work to ensure he was taking proper care of my daughter like he told me he was, I even went as far as asking my dad to make sure he wasn't screaming at her whenever I was at work.

Then came my dog, the very puppy I had through one of the worst times of my life. This dog had been with me during a previous relationship where I was almost strangled to death. That dog loved me, he loved my daughter, he curled against my pregnant stomach, kept the other animals a decent distance without being aggressive. He would wedge himself between another dog and my daughter if he wasn't sure of the intentions. My pittie boy, Jax. His life ended way too soon again due to my husband's negligence. My husband told me to go shower while my daughter was napping and he would bring my dog in. I foolishly believed him. A bit of context about Jax, he was a long haired dog with a coat that was mostly black colored and the rest was white. Well, my husband left Jax out in the blazing heat of summer without anything to drink and no shade available. He reassured me he'd bring Jax in while I showered. I came back and Jax was still outside. I figured that he did bring Jax in, let him drink and coll down and that he just demanded to go back outside, he loved being outside. That wasn't the case. I brought it up and he finally decided to go check on Jax. I was already having issues with walking and getting around at almost 5 months pregnant. My husband came back in saying Jax wasn't walking properly. I immediately went out to check on my dog with ny husband following me. I grew angry when all he suggested was to grab some water, nothing about bringing him in. I was already put on qeight restrictions by this time, I was not allowed to lift anything more than 20 lbs otherwise it would strain me and elevate my risk. I ignored that and unhooked my dog from his lead, lifted his 50 lb body and cradled him against my stomach as best I could so I could carry him back to the house about 30-40 feet away. Jax had already lost his motor skills, he couldn't stand, he couldn't walk. Every time he tried, he wobbled a bit then collapsed. I freaked out and called my dad who gave me instructions to not have in him an area with A/C because it'd cool him down too quick. I took him back outside and put him in the shade, I gently sprayed cold water on his paws, the tips of his ears, placing water in one of my cupped hands to get him to drink. My mom came over and my husband took over the spraying. I never should've let him touch the hose. He sprayed his whole body to get his temperature down which only made things worse. I hurried and got some electrolyte popsicles and even vanilla ice cream to help cool him down internally. Nothing helped. My dad finally got home and took over after yelling at my husband for how ye was spraying my dog, screaming 'are you trying to kill him?' I was so devastated that I looked my husband in the eyes and said 'if my dog has to be put down, this falls in your hands. You caused this.' I did have to put my dog down, he had extreme heat stroke that his body had already began shutting down and became irreversible.

After all of this, my husband had became physically and verbally abusive towards me. He would call me a worthless mom, threaten that he'd take my daughter and our unborn daughter from me. Tell me on a daily basis that everything I did was not enough. One day, he had gotten so angry over something so small, my daughter had woken up from a nap crying. He screamed at her, I screamed back because I was tired of it. I was tired of him taking his anger out on a child, tired of being made to feel worthless, tired of the pain I was in, tired of the lack of consideration from him when I would buy him something, tired of being demanded to spend my money that paid our bills, get food in our fridge, fed my daughter, took care of my dog before he passed, all on whatever he wanted. Constant takeout, demanding weed, demanding to go party. I even grew tired of his inconsideration when I bought him a phone cause his old one wouldn't work with my phone plan, I even put him on my phone plan to ensure he had data so if he were to go out and about with my daughter, he would be able to contavt me and vice versa. He threw the very phone I bought him towards me and my daughter. I screamed at him to get out because now he showed he was a threat to our safety. He gor in my face to try and intimidate me, yelling at me that I wouldn't do anything and that if I wanted him to leave that I would have to make him. I shoved him to the door and he shoved me back so hard I fell. I got back up and shoved him even harder while telling him he needed to leave now. He laughed at me and shoved me even harder to the point that I twisted my knee when I fell. I had enough because he was posing a serious threat towards my daughters safety. Without a second thought about my safety or my condition of being pregnant, I landed two punches, both connecting, one landing on his ribs and the other in the stomach. He got the hint quick that he needed to leave. As soon as he walked out the door, I immediately locked it. I went back to my screaming and crying daughter while shaking so badly I could barely hold my phone to answer my sisters call.

I answered it while consoling my daughter, and tears streaming down my face while holding my chest because it was hard to breath. One of the spots he had shoved roughly was in the center of my chest. I explained to my sister what happened, she put me on speaker so both her and our mom could hear. They told me to keep the door locked and that my mom was leaving to head home right then and there. It took about 12 minutes before she got home and she immediately came to check on me. My dad had alreadh talked to my husband and told him that he did not care who set hands on who first, that it was his job as the husband to ensure that nothing should ever escalate to physical contact and that if he ever laid a hand on me in anger again, he would cut off his d**k.

My mom knocked on the door and I told her I would not be unlocking the door unless my husband would not be entering. She said he will stay outside so I unlocked and opened the door. My mom came in and my husband had forced his way inside. I kept telling him to leave and to get out and he kept refusing. My mom had to force him to leave. I openly stated I no longer trusted him and he needed to leave. Not long after that incident, I had packed up some of mine and my daughters stuff and left to go to my friends for a couple weeks to think on what I wanted away from him.

My family even tried to help us work through things by having us sit down and talk with them all. My dad brought up numerous facts that showed my husband in the wrong, such as his weed addiction, his constant cheating and talking to other women behind my back, and then proceeded to question my husband on if he had ever striked me with a closed fist. He refused to meet any of my familys eyes and stopped talking. My dad asked again louder if he ever struck me with a closed fist to which he looked up at my dad with pure anger and admitted to striking me.

At the end of my two weeks with my friend, I demanded my husband to leave my house, to pack up everything he owns and move out. He agreed to my stupulations because if he didn't, I would have contacted the police to issue a no trespass order against him. He moved back to his parents who live 2 hours away. We had minimal contact since I forced him out of my life.