Because I had to be sure.
Because I’d never had a relationship last so long before.
Because my son called him “Dad”.
Because sometimes he was nice and funny and made me glad to be alive.
Because I had nowhere to go.
Because shelters are no place for children.
Because my friends and family liked him.
Because this hurts and I try to avoid pain.
Because I felt guilty at the thought of leaving him and hurting him.
Because the kind of abuse he did isn’t talked about often.
Because I knew once I said it was so, I’d have to act immediately.
Because I know he’d get more chances, but I’d only have this one.
That’s why I stayed – until now.