My Dirty Wedding Dress
After I married my abusive boyfriend he gave me my supposed gifted cleaned wedding dress in a beautiful box gifted by a very nice Jewish friend of his that attended our wedding that owned a dry cleaners. The dress was filled with dirt and mud stains. I was horrified and said the dress is ruined and can’t ever be used by our children. My husband at that point laughed and never got it fixed.
These stories still bring me horror today. When you feel you can’t get away fight it. I do still believe I’d be dead if I tried to fight to leave him any sooner, but with what I’ve been through sometimes I say maybe it would have been worth the chance.
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