So i've been with my husband for three years married one we have two kids 2 and 1 and im expecting my third child .marriage has not been the greatest and there has been some great moments . but those great moments dont compare to the heartache and pain that I have been through. I've been at my lowest when I found out he got his ex wife pregnant after we were expecting my first child . so I was pregnant the same time and we both had boys. After I had my son and got pregnant with my daughter he cheated on me again with her. And some of you are thinking I should have left him. But I didnt .... Instead I got married 5 days before I gave birth to my daughter. I've experienced physical and mental abuse . I have been beaten up so bad to the point where I couldn't walk or pick up my babies. I had marks all over my body. Big knots on my face ect. And why didn't I call the cops . no idea . and I regret it . ive been in jail after the so called love of my life choked me out and had bruises all over my body but because I bite him and was protecting myself and he decided to call the cops im the one that had to pay the consequences. Ive had my kids taken by him and not being able to see them. He then continued to have his ex wife in my house and there was nothing I could do about it. Having to go to court for a domestic knowing it shouldnt be you is the worst thing. (Good thing it got dropped) I went Back again.... Why why why. Because I loved him I wanted my family I wanted everything to be better. So I took my birth control out. And a couple weeks later im pregnant. We were happy no fighting. He stopped drinking . and he tried. To cut back smoking. I was so happy words couldnt express how I felt. He was there for me . he did everything for me he made me feel secure made me feel like everything was going to be good. Nope i was wrong .... Yesterday the kids were upstairs playing they broke a light bulb .he was in the shower when he got out I asked him to bring up the vaccume because the kids were trying to come close to it. He didnt answer so I yelled. He brought it up and gave me attitude like he was the one that had to clean it up and he tried to blame it on me saying I wasnt watching them when they are always upstairs by themselves playing. So I started yelling back he was on the steps I was in the room. Than all of a sudden something triggered in him he ran up the stairs and started to choke me while im 9 weeks pregnant. My final breaking point. Im not Going to continue to put myself in this situation in fear of my life and the risk of losing my unborn child or something happening to my other kids. I love that man I gave him my life, my money, my body, my confidence, and everything else. And now ive finally reached my breaking point and its finally starting to feel like im closing this chapter in my life.