Life

INTRODUCTIONS

My name is Jennifer, Iam 29 years old and I am a mum to twin boys aged 3.

My Life was never easy and i had only recently begun to live again, the reason for that i met him...he changed my world and now Imhappier then I have ever been.

When I was 25 years oldI met a man, he was amazing, he was kind, caring, loving andbrilliant. He treated me like a queen and everything was going sogreat, I looked at this man as the man of my dreams the man I wouldmarry and have children with. But unfortunately not all dreams cometrue.

This all started on aFriday evening, he was out late with his friends, drinking him selfin a oblivion as always, I didn't know what had happened but over thelast 6 months he changed. He drank all the time, even caught himdoing drugs one evening and he told me it was none of my business.

I sat at home waitingfor him, it was our anniversary and I had cooked a very special meal,it sat here in front of me, ruined. He decided to fall through thedoor at 1am and I was still sat at the table with the ruined food. Helooked at me and laughed. I asked him what was so funny and where hadhe been, I told him it was our anniversary and he should have beenhome with me celebrating, I told him I slaved all day cooking thismeal and now it has been ruined. He just shrugged and went to walkaway from me, I caught his arm and turned him around and even now tothis day I remember the anger on his face, he swung and punched me,before I even knew what had happened he was standing above me,punching and punching, I must have blacked out because I woke up inbed with ice on my eye and I was in my pyjamas. I shot up suddenlyremembering what had happened and as I did, he walked through thedoor. He slowly sat on the bed and he couldn't look at me, he startedto cry and tell me how sorry he was and how he didn't know whathappened or why he did it, he was drunk and he got angry, he promisedme it would never happened again, I slowly moved towards him andcradled his head and whispered it would be okay and that I forgavehim...i believed him....little did I know this wouldn't be the end ofthe nightmare that had started that fateful night.

1 year later, andthings didn't really get better, he was great for the first fewmonths, made big changes, stopped drinking, stopped the drugs andspent every waking minute trying to make up for what he did. Then onenight he came home and he was angry, he had a bad day at work and Iwas so scared I didn't know what to do. He smashed so many glassesand plates in the kitchen because he was so pissed.

His eyes then landed onme, I could see he wanted to hurt me, so I went to run but he grabbedme and I thought I was going to die right then and there...justbefore he threw the first punch I screamed as loud as I could "IMPREGNANT....PLEASE DONT" he dropped his arm and looked at mecowering on the floor, he sat next to me and placed a hand on mystomach and cried...i didn't know what to do..so I sat there andlistened to him...i was too scared to move or speak just in case helost it again....he then looked up at me and said "Im sorry, illtake care of both of you, I promise"

I just nodded, I didn'tspeak, my voice would given away how terrified I was.

In the coming months wefound out it was twins and I was so happy and so was he. Things hadcompletely changed, he was back to the man I first met, kind caringloving and treating me like a queen, and I know what yourthinking...once this kind of thing happens its going to continue tohappen, but I was naive and stupid at the time and I really thoughtwe could get better, go back and be good again, be a family...ithought to myself he would never hurt me while Im pregnant and hewould never hurt the mother of his children....oh boy how I waswrong.

I woke in a panic, Ilooked around and I was in a hospital, my sister was sat next to thebed, sleeping, my brother on the sofa. I was attached to all thesewires and my stomach felt so sore. I looked down and my stomach wassmaller, I realised I couldn't feel my babies any more, they weregone, I started to panic, couldn't breathe, couldn't talk, couldn'tfunction. My sister woke up, looked at me and tried to calm me down,she called for the doctor and they had to sedate me. When I wokeagain, I was told, my babies were okay, they were in the NICU andthey were strong. They were 2 months early but they were strong.

I looked at my sisterand I asked what the hell happened? She didn't understand. I didn'tremember, I couldn't piece together what happened. So her, my brotherand my doctor told me everything.

He had beaten me sobadly that I had to have surgery, I had internal bleeding, brokenribs, broken eye socket, broken nose, a broken wrist and a fracturedleg. He had quite literally beaten me within an inch of my life andhe left me there, to bleed, to die. Not just me but our children too.

My sister had comeround to check on me, and she found me on the floor in the kitchenand had me rushed to the hospital, they didn't know if I wouldsurvive or not so they had to deliver the babies right then andthere. I couldn't believe it. He had nearly killed me, killed ourchildren. And I sat there in that hospital bed blaming myself,knowing if I had walked away the first time none of this would havehappened. So I vowed that day to never let him or any other man touchme like that again...i vowed that day, to be the most fierce fullyprotective mother I could be and never let anyone or anything hurt mykids.

This all happened 3years ago and now I can say I am happy. I moved from England toAmerica, LA to be exact and I started a new life for me and mykids.

       

I'm working as apersonal assistant to the stars. And my next client is the biggeststar I ever worked for....none other then captain Americahimself.....Mr Chris Evans.