People often talk about achieving the “American Dream.” I thought I had. I married my husband, who accepted my two beautiful children, and we were happy. I would have done anything to keep us that way. Soon after marrying, we moved to Virginia, where my husband was from and had a home. Though we were far from family and friends, I had high hopes for what our new family would be able to achieve in a new place.
As soon as the airplane touched down, my loving husband became an insulting, aggressive and controlling stranger. When we arrived at his house, we were immediately made prisoners. I was not allowed to have a key to the house, so that I might come and go as I pleased. My children were not allowed to attend school. We were not allowed to touch anything of his, including food, which he would meticulously inventory.
I found Women In Distress when I came to stay with my sister in South Florida. After almost a year of freedom, Women In Distress has helped me get my children back in school, find an apartment and a job, and get furniture, clothing and more at the Thrift Store. The three of us attend therapy at Women In Distress, and day by day we are growing stronger. Women In Distress has helped to set my family free, so that we don’t have to be captives in our own home anymore.