I was married to a man for 10 years who abused me mentally, physically and emotionally and I stayed because I had no one…

I was s******* abused by my step-father and physically abused by my mother until I left home at 13 to live on the streets. I bathed in gas station bathrooms and did my school work at the park I slept at and begged for spare change for food and hygiene supplies. At 18 worked two jobs and put myself through college where I received my bachelors in biochemistry but started partying and drinking heavily to try and get rid of the pain of my life and dropped out from getting my Ph.D. I met my husband at 28 and a year after we met I got pregnant with our daughter and when I was 3 months pregnant I developed pregnancy related heart/liver failure but hid it from everyone because the doctor wanted me to abort my daughter. Around the same time I got sick my husband became extremely abusive but left for the Army in Alaska. I was considering staying where I was but again, I had no one and was scared because of my illness.