GOD IS GOOD ALWAYS GOOD, HOW HE NEVER FAILS
I moved to the USA, from Belize, when I was nineteen. I lived with my sister. Life in Belize was not bad, I left because of personal issues. My dad also wanted me to come to the US to study and become a nurse, because as a child I was always very sick. Anyway I made it here, legally of course, lol. I got a job as a glorified babysitter. I say glorify because, I also did all the housework. after working for a while, I met my first husband. what a disaster. Of course I am giving you the short version of everything that happened. At first he pretended to be a good person, later on I found out from his parents that he was addicted to drugs. By then it was too late, I was trapped. Pregnant, homeless and abused. The entire time we were married, he was abusive, used drugs and had us living on the streets between LA and Las Vegas. I came over legal and married to him I was legal in a sense, but he wouldn't apply for my papers, because that way he was in control. Every so often we w...
