Blood, bruises, broken promises and calls to 911 overshadowed my life... This was my nightmare, one in which I thought I would never awaken. Devin overpowered my senses and my control. I relied on my survival instincts to not only protect myself but our vulnerable son. Fighting Devin and his addiction felt like a tightrope, in which I had to balance carefully or I would never make it to the other side. This is how I persevered...