Once we moved in together things changed fast.  He was not ready to give up his freedom.  He still wanted to run with his friends.  I spent many evenings home alone with our son and pregnant.  He would come home smelling like perfume or with sucker bites  and swear he did nothing wrong.  Then as time slowly went on the abuse began first mental.  He would tell me how I ruined his life and how he could do what he wanted because no one would want me do to having kids and my body was ruined due to this fact.  He then moved onto physical abuse at first it was pushing me and grabbing me.  Then over time it escalated into a lot more.  My parents begged me to leave and I tried time and time again.  He would always come and swear that he changed  and he would never do this again.  I would go back and say it was for the kids but in actuality I did not want to be alone.  Even though it was horrible in some strange way I felt loved and for the first time in a long time I did not feel all alone.  But this would not last forever.  As the kids began to grow began to want his own life more and more.  He then began taking off for weeks at a time and then eventually months at a time.  While the whole time I would sit at home waiting for him to come home with open arms.