I got married when I was only 18 years old. I was really in love with that guy. He used to have some construction site jobs in Brooklyn, he was not rich, but I did not care. I just wanted some guy with the heart on the right place.
My family did not like the guy from the first moment they met. They just thought it was not appropriate for me to get married to some working class guy.
Even my family did not speak with me anymore; the first year we were newly married was amazing, he was always so caring and made sure I was happy. We felt like we had a bright future ahead of us, even without my family supporting our marriage.
In 2008 at the height of the economic crises jobs for my husband started to dry up. First he was positive; he was trying so hard to find other jobs. He even applied for a job at McDonald's without success. A couple of months later of searching he started to get very frustrated and kind of gave up looking for work at all.
I have been in an abusive relationship for many years. I was just suffering everyday. What a nightmare.