Actress/Model – A Little About Me

An actress/model for various agencies, I “fell” into TV & Film work (background) in 2008. It would be a little while until I received speaking roles, although I remain uncredited in any production I’ve ever been in. From British Soaps to Box Office films. From Commercials to Corporate Videos. Although I’m not famous, some roles were exhausting, non glamorous and the hours extremely long; whilst others were fabulous, glamorous with short hours. Either way, I loved my job.

I was able to chose when I worked, which happened to be most of the time. I rarely turned any job offer down. I was able to travel and keep a roof over my head in a Grade Listed building, plus run my convertible Smart car. I was out with friends a lot, meeting for lunch, dinner drinks. Life was good.

I gave it all up in March 2012 for the guy, the US soldier, who would ultimately try to grind me down to nothing, calling me ugly and raining blows on me, plus more during and after my pregnancy. This however, will be explained in-depth later on.

Introduction

As I watch my son sleep safely beside me, I can’t think of a better time to start My Blog.

A survivor of Domestic Abuse, my aim is to turn my horrific and traumatising experience into a positive (so to speak) for others. For those who think there is no way out. For those who think there is no hope. For those who think they don’t deserve more than the life they are currently living.

My husband was a soldier in the US Army, stationed in Germany. He was soon relocated to the US – Savannah,Georgia to be precise. For a year he begged and harassed me to move to the US to be with him. For a year I said “no”. He soon gave me a ultimatum telling me to go be with him or the relationship was over. So, eventually I did. I gave up my life in London for him. My car, job, apartment – everything, with the promise that he would look after me.

Well he didn’t. Things got progressively worse, when I fell pregnant and afterwards. All the while he would say “I’ll change”, “I’m sorry”, “It’s the army”, etc. Excuses after excuses were made up, there were more and more lies. It all got so out of hand that I needed to go to the hospital on a number of occasions, but he wouldn’t allow me to go “in case I grassed him up”. So, I had to heel slowly and in agony.

As I progress with my posts, you will find that things will NEVER change, or if they do they WON’T for the better, I can assure you. Once s/he strikes you, it WILL continue. This goes for both women and men.

I truly hope I am able to help others by exposing my real life experiences that finally ended less than a year ago.