at Darr Agriculture Center
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at KOLR10 & Ozarks Local News
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Tonight First and 10 is on KRBK at 9:30 (at Logan-Rogersville Wildcat Stadium)
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In Their Own Words : Last Chance to Get Out Alive from Eric Redus on Vimeo.
It began a little over 20 years ago. It was a quick relationship. It started out with him being very controlling, very wanting to know where I was all the time. It didn’t begin to get physical until we got married but there were signs of that before hand. He was very isolating, he would get me away from my parents, away from my friends.
Most of the time the injuries, the bruises would be in areas that others cannot see. They were covered with clothing. I would wear scarves around my neck if I had finger marks or bruises. Makeup would cover some of the rest. There were a couple of injuries that could not be covered. That was usually excused by I ran into the door or I hit my head on the car door or I fell down the steps. I always had an excuse or a reason
I would go to work and go home I really didn’t have any friends during that relationship. It was my mom, my sister they would ask me. I had a bloody lip one time when I went there. It was pretty swollen, I had a black eye and it was oh I fell down, I ran into the door again you know how clumsy I am. They knew. They say know we knew it was happening we just didn’t know what to do and we knew it had to be your decision, your choice to leave. We knew we couldn’t make you leave.
The last night that we were together he sent my oldest daughter, she was three at the time, next door to stay with neighbors and he came in and it became very violent to the point where he had a knife at my throat after he had beaten me and my daughter came running in at three years old screaming what’s going on what’s happening mommy are you okay? Once I was free from him I held my youngest daughter, she was two months old at the time, and I held her in my arms and laid on top of my oldest daughter while he held a shotgun to us. I knew then it’s either leave or we were going to die.
It takes a big incident like the one I had to get a victim to leave. They have to hit that wall to finally realize that it’s time to go, it’s time to leave. This isn’t going to get any better.
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