Hey y'all, I'm Rosie. All I want for Christmas, is to make sure my kids have a safe space to come to me, every other week like they have been.

I am a survivor of domestic abuse.

And this is my story.

I have been married since 2013. The first time I got a concussion is when he threw his iPhone, in its heavy otterbox case, at my head. If his aim had been slightly off, he would have crushed the skull of our 1 month old daughter.

The first words out of his mouth were not "oh God are you ok?" Or "I'm so sorry!"

The first words out of his mouth were "oh God, I'm going to go to jail!". He spent the next 10 minutes panicking while a massive lump formed on my head. He drove me to the ER. they asked me what happened. I lied. I said I hit my head on a table.

The next few years continued, with broken promises, screaming, gaslighting. nothing got better. 4 years ago, I even won a protection order and tried to kick him out. Which is easily done when your abuser attacks a cop and tries to take their Taser.

He promised he would change, go to therapy, that he loved me. And maybe, he thought he did. But the change, did not stay.

They say you have to leave roughly 7 times before it finally sticks.

August 5th, 2025. I was 2 days from leaving. My ex was angry, spouting nonsense at me, that I was the real abuser, that I always turned things around on him, etc. I was recording him for my own safety.

it all happened so fast, but I can play it like a movie in my head. He attacked, snatching my phone, shoving me, and running.

PTSD hit. Flashbacks of another night where I stood at the top of a staircase, as he attempted to throw me down it. Images of the floor he dragged me along. Memories of that night, running, barefoot down the street, no phone, no keys, just pure terror as he chased me down with his car.

The thoughts all happened in seconds as I came snapping back to the present. All I could do was react. I couldn't let him see my plans to leave, where I was moving, none of it. I ran after him. I screamed for help as he tossed me around while I tried to get the phone. In the struggle the screen locked, and he threw it away, frustrated. As he stood up he grinned.

"You attacked me and I got it on camera. You're going to jail."

And I did.

I locked myself in the bedroom. The cops came, I cried and bawled and tried to explain, but they didn't listen. Somehow my ex has a scratch on his leg. It makes no sense because he had jeans, officer please I didn't touch him like that.

They arrested me while my son sat upstairs listening to me sob my innocence. As they took me away, suddenly my ex was in shorts, not jeans. When did he change? Why? It dawned on me in horror that he changed into shorts to give HIMSELF a scratch.

Nobody listened as I screamed for help.

The next few days were a blur. He filed a protection order, all full of lies. Because I was in jail, it was immediately granted. He even put my cats on it, so I couldn't take them with me when I moved.

I sat and listened at my bail hearing, to the charges. Listening in disbelief as the cops misquoted and lied about what I said. Listened as I was put in the same lineup with abusers who had slammed their spouses head through windows, punched and assaulted them. Listened while the put an ankle monitor on me when I made bail.

My ex had a scratch on his leg, that I didn't even give him.

For a month I went through the motions of work. I had an apartment, and I had my things, but my money and my leave time was gone. I was drowning. I kept up as much as I could.

I filed to fight the protection order. And within a month, the lawyer my parents had secured for me, had it overturned. it helped that my ex threatened me in front of the judge that granted it.

I demanded my kids from my ex. And he did give me time, but not without punishing me every step of the way.

He would tell me to kill myself over and over, harass me, blackmail me. He had kept anything he knew was precious to me, sold off my gaming computer, threatened to stalk me and break into my apartment.

Finally, I was able to get a protection order against him and it's active until November next year.

I work two jobs to keep everything going. But with no car and Lyft becoming expensive, I fell behind. And now if I don't figure out something soon, I'll be evicted.

I have just started to make a safe space for my children. They come to me every other week, and I hear the stories. My ex hasn't changed a bit. I am fighting him in court, but it's going to take a long time.

Please, the only thing I want for Christmas is to keep my children's home. Anything you can do, would help me.

I've begun posting some videos as well. sometimes it's difficult to put into words, and video speaks for itself.

I need help fighting him in court and it's going to be expensive ...

. my TikTok is RosieGirl1991.

https://www.tiktok.com/@rosiegirl1991?_r=1&_t=ZP-925XnbUj0ZC