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Posted on May 30 2016
On March 18, 2008, I finally got on a plane to head back to the eastern part of the country. I was finally getting away from emotional and mental abuse, along with some physical abuse. The "relationship" started out good, then went to hell about 4 years before I got the chance to leave. Of course he didn't know I was leaving until I was already at my parent's house for a week. It takes courage and timing to escape, and at least 1 good friend to talk with. It took a very long time to be able to talk about this without crying and not take it out on anyone else. It does take time to heal and everyone is different in how they heal.