At the age of 15 I found myself in a domestic violence relationship by a
jealous boyfriend. I was picked up and slammed to the curb and left for
dead, but God says live on.
At the age of 17 I was dating a sweet and kind young man who cared for
me, he paid for me to start going to modeling classes, but that didn’t last
long because I witness him getting killed by his best friend. Now I am an
eyewitness in a murder trial, I hated people,
I became so vulnerable and fragile that I marry (looking for Love), and I
lived in a DV and substance abuse household.