Elva "Precious Love” Thompson – Business Owner Divorced


ex-husband through mutual friends. He was 5 years older than I was and more advanced in life by having his own place. He had a car and a fulltime job. Needless to say, I was a typical teenager. I was in love and I rebelled, moved too fast, and shortly after—a year later, I was playing house, pregnant with our first daughter…abused. I remember the first time he put his hands on me. It started out with play


fighting and while in the midst of it, what was at first “love taps” became slaps across my face that immediately set fear into me; he then began to verbally abuse me. He would have outbursts that seemed like from nowhere. Most times, alcohol was involved. By the time I was 19, we moved out of state, away from my family and close friends. I was pregnant again with our second daughter and the abuse continued through- out my pregnancy. Now I mentioned earlier


As a junior in HS, I met my


agreed to marry him. He told me to call the justice of the peace so we can legitimize our daughters, that was my marriage proposal. Throughout our marriage, I


was being beaten on what felt like a daily basis. If it wasn’t his fists, it was his words. I was being called degrading names; I was raped on several occasions. I can remember the first time my ex-husband raped me. We went out for the


on my arm and then my face nonstop. The last punch he threw was to the left side of my jaw with such force that it pushed the right side of my forehead against my door win- dow and gave me a knot that is with me until this day. I was crying and holding my face, rotating back and forth to my arm. I was so afraid that I still


that I was the quietest of my siblings and a private individual. I really didn’t have any friends like that to confide in and I was too embarrassed and too ashamed to go back home, especially going back with not one, but two babies! I kept to myself what was going on in my household. I kept my business private and taught my kids that, “what goes on in our house, stays in our house.” I felt trapped and obligated, which is why I


evening in an attempt to make up by going to a sports bar and shooting a game of pool…that was his idea of an evening out. I have never been to a restaurant unless you want to count McDonald’s. The night was going well, but I could tell he was starting to get drunk from the many beers and mixed drinks he was guzzling. I was the designated driver as usual. I noticed his pager going off a lot and I knew about his yearlong affair, so I assumed it was his girlfriend because his attitude toward me began to take a turn from bad to worse. It was already changing from the alcohol intake and when she paged him, his anger escalated. At that time, he wanted to


leave and he refused to give me the car keys. He started an argument with me that made no sense and it was random. I noticed him driving down a dark, unlit road in an opposite direction of our house. He stopped the car and told me to get out, I of course, refused to get out and he proceeded pushing me toward my door and out the door. I told him, “No!” I was not getting out and he started punching me


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would not get out of the car. He then stepped out on his side, walked to my side and flung the door open, grabbed me by my shirt and yanked me out of the car onto the ground. He drove off and just left me. Here I was in a dark area, it had to be around 1a.m. and I had blood trickling down my face, praying to God to help me get home. I was so distraught, I walked to the nearest light I saw, which hap- pened to be a McDonald’s, and went inside to see what my face looked like and to clean myself up until I heard a car pull up. I jumped into the bushes and hid there crying. I think I stayed there for a good 20 minutes before I walked home. When I finally got to the


house, he was too drunk to lock the door, it was cracked open and there he was on the couch laid out. I tripped in the doorway for lack of sight be- cause of the blood in my face and my eyes. The noise woke him up and he had the audac- ity to ask me where I had been, grabbed me, threw me down on the couch and then raped me. After he was finished, he


slid down to the floor, passed out, and I immediately went upstairs and scrubbed myself raw…literally. I didn’t know


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