Jan 25

Dear Diary,

It has been nine months since I chose between the two men in my life. The first few months were unbelievably great; we dated, went to the shore and had an awesome time with each other. All that changed when I finally gave in and moved into his house. "Lesson time" started two months after I moved in.

Lesson time consists of him telling me what I am doing wrong and punishing me for it. My punishment usually consists of a few hits to my stomach, legs and back. Never the face or anywhere a bruise could be seen. Sometimes he uses a riding crop and sometimes a belt.

I do not understand how someone can change so much. After the first month of living together he insisted I quit my job and not work at all. I resisted at first but then a skip shot me in the leg and I had a cast for six weeks so it was just easier to stop working. Now I sit in the house all day, watch cooking shows and attempt to cook and keep the house clean.

Yesterday I forgot to clean crumbs out of the toaster after I made our morning toast. To learn my lesson he tied me to the shower curtain rod and hit my legs with a baseball bat. The bat was a new one… After he left for work I finally got the courage to call Mary Lou. She came and picked me up and took me to an Urgent Care in Philadelphia. My femur is broken…and lucky me I am pregnant…