“He was a plain jane when I married him. If I wore lipgloss, it was a problem. If I got my ears pierced, I was a bitch. I thought I was in love. I was the one who went for counseling because I wanted to make myself better for him. I didn’t want to be like the other people who had babies and weren’t married. He started beating me then he started beating our children. I felt like I was losing my mind because I started plotting for ways to cut his body up and drain his blood in the bathtub. In my head, In my head I heard my mama say the same thing that happened to her is going to happen to me. Her husband blinded her. I knew it was time to go
I was stabbed 14 times with a hunting kife and my children woke up to me screaming and he went after my kids. My 8-year-old daughter was in the bed with me and he put a knife to her and threatened to cut her throat if she screamed. My son went after him. When he was through I said I forgive you and I love you.’ He said, ‘Bitch you don’t love me,’ and left. He later told the police he stabbed me because he loved me. That was the last time a man will ever abuse me or love me like that.
I now make floral arrangements and pins for victims of domestic violence or loved ones who passed on. Helping others get through their time of grief gives me a purpose and a chance to give from my heart.”