My new husband attended his church for 17 years. He ushered. And he looked the part. He also worked with other teams there, cooking, fellow shipping, even going to Promise Keepers. I was deceived. He had started keeping a loaded gun under his pillow, aimed at my head. Ready to go off. This is the story of how God made a way for me to escape, and to help others, who need and want to know. Thank you for reading this.