Learning Love

Shedding light on what it really can look like (from first-hand experience) might just give someone the courage they need to get out.

Yes, this is personal. It's a story about domestic abuse and gender based violence, which makes it very personal. It is not my story, not anymore. It was, but it does not define me and my life any longer.

This story might be difficult to read for some. It may not be the hopeful and full of light, sugarcoated romance novel you'd want.
This is a story about truth, my truth, and nothing more.

The story is based on my story. Now, do keep in mind: it's still a story, with fiction and dramatic emphasis, but the red flags, the warnings are clear, unedited and willfully added because if you look too closely or not close enough, you might, like I did, miss them.

Some women leave early, and some get out after years, better late than never, right? Some never leave, and some never get the chance to leave.
This is for them, the ones that didn't get the opportunity to leave, the ones who were robbed of time. Their lives, stolen, their time, cut short - by someone who was supposed to love them.

Please, beautiful woman, please leave and heal. This is me, begging. You deserve more.