Onward through my looking glass

I will not mention names as it would only prove to serve more harm than purpose when it comes to my spouse, I honestly would never want to run into him again, as long as I live, suffice it to say, he is an evil, evil man with no good intentions. As I continue, we were married on my eighteenth birthday, we had been engaged with a wedding date all set, however about three months prior to my eighteenth birthday I found out I was pregnant with what would have been my first child. We told my parents, which at first seemed to accept this current situation, allowing us a single wide mobile home in the mobile home park that they owned and ran in our small town, while my future husband planned a career and caring for what might have been his first child. Then, one evening my parents must have come to some great conclusion that this would just not suit their professional and personal lifestyle as they swooped me off in the night to a town a couple hours out of where we lived, dropped me off at the Hospital with specific instructions to abort the pregnancy; with me being underage, this was all too acceptable, once checked in, they made an escape to a Hotel where as not to been seen by a person from our hometown, and left myself to be attended by unknown nurses and a doctor who would perform the procedure. I remember the midnight nurse coming in to take my vitals and wondering why I was there all alone, I too wondered these things, only to wake in the morning after the procedure; be whisked off by my parents, heading home to our small town, to call my then fiance' and let him know the most recent events. Needless to say he was more than disappointed, with him being a devote Catholic, remembering my parents words and promises only sent him into a tailspin that would allude us as being a couple until I turned eighteen, which is when we promptly arrived at the Justice of the Peace, carrying our marriage license which was still valid, to vow love until death do us part; little did I know my marriage would prove to be death while living...

The Early Years

I will begin my story at the age of eighteen as I feel that is when my life truly began for the first time. My parents were very proper and raised me with Iron Clad fists; not allowing me to date until I was seventeen, however trying to marry myself off when I was sixteen to a forty-three year old man, luckily with the stubborn Irish soul I had, I was able to fight them tooth and nail and win!
I met my first husband while still a senior in High School, later to find that he was the devil in disguise, he was very dashing, charming and full of himself, but I was smitten, wanting only to free myself of my parents and saw him as a way out with the hopes we would have the white picket fence with two cats in the yard life, only to find out I had swallowed a whole lot of 'Alice In Wonderland" pills and would soon find life not to be so...