I sat here and sobbed as I read this. My first husband beat me too many times to count. My estimate is that he hit me, punched me, kicked me, slapped me, shoved me out of a moving car, etc., anywhere from 50 – 100 times before I finally found a way to take my child and leave him. My “family” did not want to help, and in those days — the 1970s — when I called the police, I was asked what I had done to provoke him.
God bless these wonderful young men with Meathead Movers, “…who believe that real men don’t hit women, real men help those in need.”
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A few days ago a close friend of mine sent me a news article about a California-based moving company, Meathead Movers, that is helping women and children affected by domestic violence move for free.
Chills instantly spread down my spine and tears filled my eyes as I read about this amazing act of kindness.
What these movers are doing impacts me on a very deep personal level. I am a survivor of domestic violence and four years ago this upcoming December marks the day that my life changed forever and the place I called home was instantly gone.
The police called me that day and told me to pack what would fit in my car and leave. I was told not to panic and panic is exactly what I did. How do you pack up a life in thirty minutes or less? You don’t. You leave it all behind.
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