I have been married twice, yes I married the wrong person two times. My first husband was an alcoholic, we met when I was twenty six. I was just coming out of a seven year relationship with two little girls. I was feeling sad, powerless and angry with myself, disappointed after my ex boyfriend had told me after seven years that marriage was too permanent for him. I met him when I was nineteen. I knew I had done something wrong, I just assumed that we would get married. Boy, was I in a fantasy world. My daughters were 4 and 6 months old. It was a major struggle giving up the house not knowing where I was going after I walked out on him. He too was an alcoholic and abusive, mostly emotional, comparing me to his ex girlfriend, she was a little older than I was. I met my husband 6 months after this relationship had ended. I guess I was looking to be rescued, so we started dating quickly and we got married some time later. Did I ignore the red flags? Yes, I did. I did not know that I was soul sick from my childhood. My mother was in toxic relationships and although I promised that I would not go that route, I did. Learned behaviors are awful. After having two more children, my husband later died. Then I remarried, instead of going back into therapy, because a lot had happened in that relationship as well. My second husband was a dry drunk, he had to stop drinking because he was having seizures and was on medication. He too was abusive. I suffered from emotional abuse as a child starting with my mother, then later in my relationships. I grew up scarred. In 1992 I was at the end of my rope. I decided to get some therapy. Then I had to learn the power of forgiveness so that I could heal. I was determined not to allow anger and resentment to live in my heart forever. Growing up, feeling like a victim, I had to learn to see people, through the eyes of God. None are perfect and neither am I. Sadly, hurting people hurt people.