At 61, Judy Sharp from Brisbane, carries a life-altering story she’s willing to share to inspire others. Her then-husband Mick* never missed giving her flowers every Friday—52 weeks a year. While this might seem like a gesture of love, for Judy, it was a chilling reminder of her controlled and unhappy life.
“Not all acts of giving are gestures of love; some are methods of control,” Judy explains.
Living Under Constant Scrutiny
Things deteriorated further after the birth of their two sons. Mick became so paranoid that Judy was being unfaithful, he would tape the front and back doors to check if they had been tampered with. But what stung the most was being accused of being a bad mother.
The Breking Point
One fateful night, Mick snapped a photo of Judy and their sons, telling them it would be the last night she’d be alive so that the boys would have a memory of her. Judy’s screams interrupted his menacing actions. The next morning, seizing the opportunity of his absence, she fled with her sons.
A Glimmer of Hope in Desperation
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