I may not know what it's like to be loved, truly loved, by Mike. I refuse to call him my husband any more. He doesn't fit the definition of even a poor husband.

However, my grandparents and mother's brother and his wife do love me. When my parents died, they took me into their home and hearts. I was seven, confused, and lost, but they surrounded me in love.

When my marriage became a farce, and I could no longer "take" whatever Mike dished out, my true family welcomed me and my children back home.

by Torri