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"My husband beat and raped me for years, but I could not leave him. I had three young children and, as a fast-food worker, little money. I thought that I had nowhere to go.
In February 1980 I was finally determined to leave him for good. So I took my children to my parents' house, in a different city.
They knew I had been beaten, but I didn't tell them about the rapes because I felt ashamed, guilty for failing at my marriage, and afraid that my father and brothers would kill my husband and end up in jail.
Three months later, my husband came to my parents' house saying he was ready to discuss child support and divorce.
After I got into his car to talk with him, he drove to an isolated wooded area, beat me, and raped me. I had no idea where I was, and he had broken my glasses, but I managed to find a pay phone and called 911.
The man who answered told me that because the attacker was my husband, there was nothing the police could do. They didn't even attempt to help me get home.
Life became even more difficult when I found I was pregnant as a result of the rape. I had just had a baby six months earlier; I felt I had no choice but to have an abortion.
I carried the guilt for ten years before I felt God had forgiven me.
One of the hardest things about telling my story now is telling about the abortion, because only two people know about that - I kept it hidden for over 25 years.
But I am speaking out now because I think that it shows how rape can put you in a spot where you do things you never thought you would have to choose to do. It changes your whole life."
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