To start off with a little background about myself. I am a second generation that suffered abuse from both a parent and a partner. My mother grew up with a father who was sexually abusive. She then married a man to get away from her father. This man over time sexually abused her from things he did and selling her to his friends. I watched him beat her and having his friends “accidentally” crawl into my bed some nights. As I told my family about being touched I was blamed for just being nice that it was my fault. My first child was from a friend of the family as I had learned it was expected if a guy liked me I had to let that guy do whatever. I got kicked out and was living with a family member with my baby for no real reason. I ended up talking to a guy on a chat line who seemed nice. The first time I dated him he asked me to marry him. I said yes because he seemed nice and acted like a gentleman. The marriage was kind of rushed because by the time I had been with him