Domestic abuse
I am Annabelle. I’m 20 years old, but I feel much older than that—like life rushed me before I was ready. I’ve been with my boyfriend, Kevin, for years. He’s 24, but age doesn’t make him wiser or kinder. He is angry, unpredictable… and cruel. Some days he ignores me like I don’t exist. Other days, he reminds me I do—in the worst ways. The shouting, the threats, the hitting… it’s all become something I’ve learned to survive. But I’m not just surviving for myself. I have my boys. I became a mother at 14. My oldest, Nevan, is now 6 years old. He’s quiet, always watching, always trying to understand things no child should ever have to. Then there’s Lorenzo, my middle child, only 3—soft-hearted and still innocent, clinging to me like I’m his whole world. And my baby, Sebastian… too small to understand anything, but I hold him tighter than anything else in this world. They are my reason. Kevin sees me as something to control, something to break. But when it comes to my children, somet
About Domestic abuse
I am Annabelle. I’m 20 years old, but I feel much older than that—like life rushed me before I was ready. I’ve been with my boyfriend, Kevin, for years. He’s 24, but age doesn’t make him wiser or kinder. He is angry, unpredictable… and cruel. Some days he ignores me like I don’t exist. Other days, he reminds me I do—in the worst ways. The shou...Read more