So I find out that I am pregnant about the time he starts acting strangely, he won't go to work, He won't stay at home, and his alcohol use increases, not that I could judge because I had my share of it as well. Our arguments were coming closer together and they were escalating in intensity, until one day he hauled off and hit me, I am not talking about a slap, or a shove, I saw stars, I do not remember falling down, but I opened my eyes and saw nothing but carpet. Of course he said he was sorry, swore he would never drink again, blamed the booze first, me second, and every other circumstance imaginable, except himself. I found myself in what felt like an alternate reality. If you are asking yourself if he straightened up his act, sorry to say the answer is no. Shortly after that I found a syringe floating in the toilet, he claimed that the previous owner must have been diabetic, then they started popping up all over the house. I noticed that he was wearing a lot of long sleeved shirts, in mid August, and started to question him. This just made him angry, which caused more arguments, which gave me a lot of bruises. The law intervened on several occasions, one such instance when I fought back, I got to experience a ride downtown in the squad car. His drug use increased, he preferred Meth but would honestly use anything he could get his hands on. I came home from one of my 3 jobs one night to find that every stitch of furniture we had was gone from the house, he had sold it to get high. Things went on like this for over a year, he got high, I got got hit, I will spare you all of the details. I tried leaving a few times, but he always found me. When I found out I was expecting baby number 3, I knew that I could not live the way I was. I called my parents who had been trying to get me to leave for years, and told them that I was ready to come home. Long story short, I had some issues with trust, I blamed God for my situation, I blamed my, now Ex husband. I was broken, bruised, devastated, and I was convinced that no one would ever love me. It has been more than 10 years since then, and I can honestly say that God has healed those scars, He loves me, He cherishes me, and He feels exactly the same way for you. If He can take my wreck of a life, my broken heart, and give me new hope, and a life worth living, He can and will do the same for you, won't you let Him?