Sorry for the long post!

I went through a horrible relationship back in 2015. It wasn’t bad at the beginning. He was sweet, we really connected. He was my best friend for almost a year before we even dated. He was there through my break up with my ex husband and through another break up. He told me he wanted to protect me from other guys because I deserved the best. I fell for it. Well, he moved in with me and everything was good. Then he started telling me I was fat and ugly all the time. I started getting depressed. I tried talking to him about it, he didn’t care. I tried committing suicide and it failed. But I didn’t tell anybody about it since I woke up from a nap. I didn’t want to live anymore, and that made him drink. He would push me against a wall by my throat and tell me he could kill me at any point. Which made me hate myself even more. He was physically and mentally abusive. I went and got help and he basically decided to end it as soon as I left to the hospital to commit myself, he had someone new. I called him every day and he told me he was waiting for me to get better so I could come back home. I got out and he had a new girlfriend. So I never slept and was still upset about him moving on. Well, Christmas came around and he was alone, I thought it was horrible to be alone on a holiday, and he came and picked me up so we could hang out. We were drinking and we ended up having sex. At one point he decided to start biting me really hard because he was mad at me for hating myself. The next day, I had bruises all over my chest and neck and they looked like hickory. He wouldn’t allow me to go home until that Monday. We talked a bunch of stuff out and he took me to see his parents for Christmas. But decided we weren’t good for each other. Well January 2016 came along. My mom, my sister and I went to my aunts house for the weekend to get out of town for a few days. I got drunk. I didn’t have a care in the world. I was finally happy with myself. Well, we get back and I started just talking to this guy and my SIL ended up having her baby on January 26th. I went to see him on the 28th. I felt funny and got checked out while I was there. That’s when I found out I was pregnant with my baby boy. Of course I didn’t know he was a boy. But this child of mine, he saved my life. I’m so grateful for him. He is what keeps me going💙