Back to Square One

I know what you're thinking. How could I stay in a dysfunctional, abusive relationship for twelve years with a man who despises me? We now have an eleven-year-old son together, Lewis. For the first time my son has shoved me like all the times he seen his father, Ray, do.

It only takes one time for my own son to abuse me when we end up leaving Ray to go to my parent's house. They happily take us in, and soon I have a seasonal job at Farmer's Market. Lewis and I have made new friends. We're ha...