In a world where love and war often collide, it takes an incredible amount of courage to stand up for what’s right. For one mother, her unrelenting determination and unwavering bravery helped her save her child from the clutches of a war-mad husband. Join us on this heart-wrenching journey as we delve into the challenges faced by a courageous woman who refused to let fear defeat her maternal instincts. Get ready to be inspired as we explore how she embarked on a perilous journey that ultimately led to victory against all odds!
When I met my husband, I thought he was perfect. He was kind and loving, and I believed he would be a good father. Little did I know that behind the charming facade of my husband was a man with a dark secret.
He had been involved in military conflict before, and told me that he loved the adrenalin rush it gave him. But even more than that, he loved the idea of killing people. He said it made him feel alive and powerful.
I didn’t know how to deal with this information. On one hand, I loved my husband and wanted to believe that he could never do something like this. But on the other hand, there were moments when his words echoed through my mind and I just couldn’t shake the feeling that something really bad might happen to our child if we stayed together…
My son is only 4 years old, but he has already seen too much death. He has watched as his friends have been killed in front of him. He’s seen his family torn apart by war. And now, I’m facing the possibility that my own son may end up in the battlefields of Afghanistan.
I married a man who had lost all sense of reason and humanity. He was consumed with anger and resentment over the deaths of his friends and the injuries of his fellow soldiers. He wanted revenge on everyone who had hurt them–especially on America, the country that had caused all of this pain.
As soon as we got married, my husband began to treat me like a piece of property–a possession to be used and abused for his own gain. He would lock me in our bedroom at night so that he could rape me without fear of being caught. He would beat me until I was black and blue, calling me every name imaginable while he did it.
I tried to stay positive during those dark times, hoping that things would change eventually. But they never did…not really. My husband became even more violent and paranoid than before– convinced that America was out to get him and his army buddies.
One night, after days of torture and abuse, I finally found the courage to leave him. I packed my bags and took my son with me as we fled our home town for fear that my husband might find us there. We’ve
My Decision to Take My Child Away from Him
When I married my now-ex husband, I knew very little about his background and what he had been through. I soon learned that he had spent time in a war-torn country as a soldier, and that PTSD was a major factor in our relationship.
My decision to take my child away from him came after several months of increasingly heated arguments and bombings happening outside our home. It became clear to me that the only way to keep our son safe was to leave him with his father for an extended period of time.
It has been three years since we took our son away, and every day I feel grateful for the courage it took to make this decision. Our son is now thriving in a new home with loving parents who are committed to providing him with the stability and security he needs.
The Road Ahead
Dear friends and family,
As you know, my son is currently serving in the United States Military. Our family has been through a lot these past few months as we’ve had to deal with my husband’s increasingly unstable behavior. On Wednesday night, he came home from work extremely angry and refused to let me leave the house to go to work. I tried reasoning with him but he was having none of it. He said that if I didn’t go back to work then he would take our son away from me. I was petrified and didn’t know what to do. After much deliberation, I decided that I needed to get out of the house for a while so that I could think about what to do next.
I went out into the community and walked around for hours trying to come up with an idea on how to save my son from being taken away from me. In the end, I decided that I needed to file for divorce and get custody of our son. This was a very difficult decision for me but it was the only thing that seemed like it would keep my son safe.
This whole process has been incredibly courageous and daunting at the same time. But now that I have made this decision, there is nothing that can stop me from saving my son from this dangerous situation. Thank you all for your support as we navigate this difficult journey together.
What I Learned Along the Way
Since my son was born, I have been trying to learn as much about the world and the conflicts happening in it as possible. I have been reading articles, watching documentaries, and talking to friends about all of the different ways wars can impact innocent people.
I was shocked when my husband told me he wanted to join the military and fight in Syria. At first, I couldn’t believe it. He had always been so peaceful and gentle. But then he started telling me how important it was to help protect our country from terrorists and how proud he was to be part of the U.S. Military.
I tried to talk him out of it, but I soon realized that there was no way I could stop him if he really wanted to go through with it. So instead, I decided to do whatever I could to try and get him home safe before he went overseas.
I gathered all of his documents and photos of us together, made a copy of all our information just in case something happened while he was gone, and secretly packed a bag for myself just in case we needed to leave quickly.
Every day that passed without any sign that my husband was changing his mind made me more determined than ever to get him home safe. One morning shortly before he was scheduled to leave for Basic Training, I woke up early enough to catch him before he left for work and asked him if there were any changes in his plans since our last conversation