I grew up in a small town, where everyone knew everybody. So when I got pregnant at 17, word spread like wildfire. Although everyone knew, I never felt so alone. I spent my 18th birthday alone in an empty house. It felt like everyone had abandoned me, it became a habit to talk to the baby in my belly. It was just me and her for 4 months until her father returned. 

He came to the red brick house a different person than when I first met him. It seemed like something inside of him turned sour. He became aggressive and withdrawn, I told myself it was stress. We were both first-time parents, I understood where he was coming from. Even when he laid his hands on me, I talked myself into feeling bad for him. 

My daughter was the light of my life, I got up only for her. I would dress her up in pretty bows and dresses, and spend all day on the floor with her. She made it easy to ignore what was happening with her father. But it got to a point where I couldn't ignore it anymore. 

As I mentioned, we lived in a small town. Just like everyone knew I was pregnant, they knew about what was happening. But nobody stepped in, so when I left it was on my own. Of course, it was scary, hard, and lonely. But it was the best decision I ever made for myself and my daughter.

I wanted to write a short excerpt of my story for those who are going through something similar. Unfortunately, this happens all too often. 

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