DownSoLong's Journal

Within the couple of months that me and my husband were seperated, I became pregnant and miscarried at 7 weeks. My husband was the only one I could get in touch with at the time, and he drove me to the hospital. He knew it wasn't his baby, but was still very sensitive about the whole situation.

A couple of day's later, we had to evacuate from Hurricane Rita. We left the state to stay with his Aunt and her family. It was a nightmare. They lived in the middle of nowhere, miles from anywhere; no cell phone signal.......aaahhh!!!!

They were total crackheads! My husband was against drugs big time, so he was emberassed at his Aunt and Uncle's drug habit's. They couldn't even have a decent conversation with their own kids. It's was really sad!

I hated living there, but we had nothing to come back to. We had lost everything during the Hurricane. The stress made my husbands temper worse than ever, and I missed my family so much!

We were there for a couple of months, and made it back home in time to spend Thanksgiving with our families. We found a home for sale and decided to try and work things out, again.

He thought it would be a good idea if I started stripping again, until he could find a decent job. I was in need of the money too, so of course I did. I went back.

I only stayed for a few months this time. So much had changed when I went back. Management wasn't as strict on the customers and less was being taken care of. My husband was pist when I told him I quit dancing for good!

After the new year, 2006, had started, I got a job as a hotel clerk. I loved it! It was great money, but still alot less than what I was use to; and because my husband wouldn't keep a job, I decided to get a second. So, I was hotel clerk by day, bartender by night.

I loved meeting new people and bartending. I loved the idea of having a job, as the secretary, that was actually of an importance. But I hated going to work each day with the bruises. I knew I was better than that, and it would never get better; I knew that the abuse would never stop.

So, I made it easy on my husband. I left. I left him the house, and everything in it. The only thing I took was my clothes and car.