Here I was now a married woman.  I
wasn't sure that I was really "in love" with
that man, or even if he was the person that I
should be spending the rest of my life with.  I 
was young, and scared, but my mind was made 
up, and once I make up my mind to do 
something, no matter who you are, or what
you say, there's no changing it.  I knew my
 grandmother hated the man I was with, but
I also knew she wasn't going to be around much 
longer, so who was going to look out for me when 
she was gone.  It's a husband's job, or so 
I thought, to take care of his wife and children,
 to protect them from harm, and so on.  So 
I followed my stubbornness and made the 
biggest mistake of my life as a result.  I should
have listened to my grandmother's warning
but I didn't.  I thought I was doing the right 
thing.  Hindsight is a wonderful thing, huh?

Not long after we were married, we moved into 
a economy apartment.  If you don't know what 
that is, it's a starter apartment.  Wonderful for
 a couple just starting out, or a single person.  
It has a kitchen, a living room/bedroom 
combo, and a bathroom.  Everything a 
person needs at half the price of a real
 apartment.  In no time at all the problems 
began.  He started drinking very heavily,
 and stealing to support his habit.  He took my 
jewelry, including my wedding ring and 
engagement ring and pawned them.  He refused 
to work, or when he did would find an 
excuse to quit.  He lied to his family, and he 
neglected me.  He began making friends who
 were heavy drinkers themselves.  I sat back and 
watched my life go spiraling downhill, and fast.

One of the friends he made, he invited to come and 
live with us.  This guy put on a major sob story 
about how his dad was physically abusing him
all the time, and me being the kind hearted person 
that I am, agreed.  Who was I to judge someone?
How was I supposed to know if this was true or not?
All I knew was that these things do happen, and if 
it was true and I didn't do something to help, 
I'd never forgive myself.  I always was of the belief
that God sends people into your life for a reason.
What you do once you have met that person will 
affect your life at some point, in some manner.
I saw someone asking for help.  I saw someone
asking to get away from his abuser.  So here I was
stuck in this tiny efficiency apartment with 2
alcoholics.  I had no friends to talk to, 
by this point he'd chased everyone away.

One night, this roommate made a pass at me.
I tried to pull my so called husband aside to 
tell him about it, but he didn't seem to have
any interest in what I was trying to say.
He was more interested in his alcohol then
anything I had to say.  So I waited until the next
day when he was sober and pulled him aside
 again to tell him.  I was told to "ignore it".
 I was told that he was drunk and that it was
nothing to worry about and probably an
"isolated incident".  I told him I didn't think so,
but he refused to hear anything else on the
subject.  He and I got into a huge argument that
evening because I wanted him to stay sober
and just observe the behavior of our roommate.