It was a beautiful spring day in April, 2005. I had started my first job building steering columns at Koyo, which was later changed to JTEK. My mom has been gone for 8 long months, I’m 18 years old but people say my soul is much older. I’ve been through hell and back, and somehow I’m still sane. I’m married to a man I despise I want out and I’ve wanted out for years now. Got married at the ripe age of 16 all because of a pregnancy and not wanting to raise my child in the environment I was raised in. I wanted a better life for me and my little girl. I’ve been working here for about 4-5 months; I’ve bought myself a car with little help from the father. Now my daughters father was very mentally abusive, He put me down called me names. It got so bad he started to throw stuff at me, he has some major anger issues. By this point I’m done, I’m getting out of this so called marriage. I making new friends, I’m enjoying working. I’m on dayshift, my husband on nightshift, we don’t see each other and it’s beautiful. I came home from work early for a dentist appointment and he’s sleeping on the couch while our under 1 year old is crawling around on the floor doing whatever she please. I grabbed her and her clothes didn’t say a word to her father, and left. He called me on my cell phone frantic he couldn’t find Alyssa. I told him I had her and we were at the dentist and we’d be back later. I wish I could tell you that I didn’t answer him that I took our daughter and ran from him far away from him. I can’t tell you that because I wasn’t ready to leave yet, I had a car payment and insurance on my car which took up almost all my paycheck. If you have ever worked in a factory you would know you work in lines and pass the parts on down the line. I worked with some who I thought were great people at the time. That’s when Jason started to work there, now I have a smile on my face. I remember watching him walk up on the line and thinking, I’ll never have a chance. He was classy and handsome, late 20’s, fit, and the goatee, I love a man with a goatee, it’s so sexy to me. Debbie, Jason, me and this other guy from our line go to the smoke room to have our break and a cigarette. I had lied to Debbie about my marriage and how “perfect” it was. We all sat back there, I’m very shy so I just listened to him tell his story about his children and his previous work. How he ended up here and his divorce with his wife. That’s when he asked me if I was married and sadly I said yes and told him I hated my husband and I wanted a divorce and everything, I spilled my heart out. Debbie of course I told her a different story because I didn’t want to be judged, I just wanted to do my job and not be the center of attention. In the middle of the week he asked my something and I couldn’t hear him because it’s so loud in the factory. I just shrugged it off as nothing, the last day of work he asked me again he said, “Can I call you?” Wow what a shocker, when I met him I had no make-up on, the grungiest clothes I had, I was dirty from all the oil. I said yes, gave him my number and we walked out and got into our cars and left.