Just 27 years old with a small toddler and a tall child that I was married to, all I could see for my future with this man were more fights and more lies. Did he honestly think I was that stupid? Was this the best he could offer me? Was this the best I could do for myself, and for our son? I decided that it was no longer enough. The following year I filed for divorce. I struggled with becoming yet another tired statistic—that of a ‘black single mother’—but to spare my sanity, I had no other choice. I had a life to live and a child to raise.