I survived. I escaped. After 11 years and 9 months of off and on again abuse, a door of opportunity was opened. After several broken bones, cuts, burns, bruises and scars; I put an end to being his punching bag. The man I thought loved me, my husband would flip on a dime and I walked on eggshells every single day. I never knew what to expect or what triggered him. The day I ran away, he threatened, “I’m going to slit your throat, cut your head off and bury you in the woods,” while holding a knife to my throat. He forced me to drive him to a gas station and when we returned home, he repeatedly punched my head. During this, I put my hands up to try to protect myself and ended up with a severely sprained wrist and broken bones in my hand. He finally got out of the car and found the house locked. Using a lot of profanity, told me to get the key out of the car. I thought, ‘this is it. This is my chance to escape. This will be my only hope to survive.’ I jumped in the car, locked the doors, cranked the car and flew out of the driveway. I seen a cop across the road and was advised to take a protective order against him. The officer followed me to the magistrates office. I am still alive! I am away from that monster! I’m still healing, emotionally. I do suffer from PTSD and with the trauma experienced, it is to be expected. My Heavenly Father, seen me through that day. I am employed now, which was sonsometh I was never allowed to do and currently working on getting a vehicle on my own. I have many goals and I look forward to reaching each one. I hope if you read this, you’ll be inspired and gather the strength to run away. I’m praying for you. You are beautiful. You are smart. You are good enough. You are loved.