It all started two years ago. I was then seventeen years old. I wanted to walk, my mother was always bored with her teachings. In general, like all teenagers. And then on my way a young man met. He did not look like anyone I had met before. He was an adult, he earned his living and spoke beautifully.
I fell in love with the present, but I will not say that he was beautiful, just next to him, I felt such feelings, which are told in fairy tales. Mom, he immediately did not like and I, not listening to her, moved to live with him.
It was perfect, we did everything together. To my happiness there was no limit. And then I became pregnant, he was very happy, because he wanted a child. But then, somehow all of a sudden everything changed. From the former affectionate and loving guy, nothing remained. He started drinking, he did not respect me at all. I did not come home at night, but later fell asleep with gifts, swore that he loved me and never cheated on me.
I thought that when a son was born, everything would change. After all, I love him very much, and I could not live without him, but everything became worse. He loves his son very much, helps me with him always, but he treats me very badly. Often even a hand on me raises, and never regretted about it, believes that this is normal.
Tried to leave him, but returned more than once, said that he was more valuable than me and his son no one. And I have nowhere to go, I'm ashamed of my relatives, that I ran to him like this. What to do, I do not know, feelings began to pass, I give all my love to my son. I hope that I can still get along with him.