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Okay so maybe he wasn’t the best choice for marriage, but after breaking up with Jason, I couldn’t find anyone else. My standards were high and I reached for someone so low. I have no idea what I saw in Peter. It’s a very abusive relationship, but I don’t care as long as he doesn’t hurt the kids.  They’re not really my kids actually, they’re my god children, but only until their father comes back from Iraq.  Jason and I still talked occasionally, but we were at all the best of friends anymore.

That night I sat down to watch TV after the kids were asleep. Peter was next to me. I already was able to predict what he wanted. Sex, and that was it. And if I didn’t cooperate, I knew what would happen for that too.   He reached for my shirt and started unbuttoning.  I slapped his hand, and he slapped me back, except harder. I got up and ran out the door. “Shit the kids.”  I went back through the back door. And went into the bedrooms.  “Shhh” I said holding them both, half asleep. I went back out, and got them into the car.  I drove as fast as I could, I didn’t know where to go.

Somehow I ended up at Jason’s.  I knew I meant to go there, but I didn’t want to believe it. We were long over.  I walked to his door steps holding the kids who were now fully asleep.  I knocked on the door and waited for him to open. A man opened the door wearing just boxers.  “I know it’s late but can I come in.”  I said motioning towards the kids asleep on my arm.  He let me in and took Daniel and we laid them on the couch.  “Do you want some hot chocolate” he whispered walking towards the kitchen.  “Yea sure.”  I said sitting on a chair.  “So what happened with Peter.”  I was ready to break down and cry, I didn’t know how to explain it to him. “He hit me” I said calmly looking down.

He looked at me like he used to when we were dating.  And for some reason, some out of this world reason, I just wanted to fall back into his arms again and wish that everything would be okay. I just wanted to kiss him and feel that sense of relief. But I couldn’t because we were long over.  That mistake I made years ago cost me a great future. How could I have ever given it up. “Kassidy…I still love you.”  I looked at him with tears in my eyes.  “Don’t” I said looking down.  “You know I still love you to. After we broke up I suffered for more than a year with the loss. And to this day I still imagine what could’ve been and it hurts me so to know your gone.”  He stood next to me reaching out his hand.  I took it and we walked to his bedroom closing the door behind us.