I didn't know that the man I had married was a narcissist and a compulsive liar. I didn't know that he was a sex addict and needed to talk to and sext at least 5 different women a day. I didn't know he would verbally, mentally and emotionally abuse me. I didn't know he would ever attempt to lay his hands on me. Or maybe I did know. Maybe I was just "sooo in love" and blinded by his act that I didn't allow myself to look at the obvious, not-so-obvious signs.

I'm proud of myself for getting away from him, I'm proud of myself for getting our son away from that situation as well. But I still struggle. I still find myself crying some nights because I allowed myself to fall for him and all of his tricks. I find myself filled with so much hatred and anger. I want to believe that not everyone is like he is. I want to believe that not everyone is out to hurt me, or to lie to me and cheat on me. At least I'm praying for that anyway. I can't regret anything that happened though, because I have my amazing son. #justventing