
Written By A. RussoHomeless and weak from a recent miscarriage, I went to the only person I thought would or could help me...a friend's ex-husband. It was a place I had stayed many times when they were married and I had run away from whatever was the latest bad foster home they had shoved me in.I have been with him ever since. I ended up reluctantly marrying him, pressured by him, his family, and the priest at the local Catholic church. We have a daughter who is now 25.He's not the greatest in the...