The Immigrant

<p>I am Lonica Thom. My story is real. This story is what happened to me while I was in Guyana South America and the United States of America. In the year 2006 I was married to a man named John an ex-Solider of the Guyana Defense Force and I bore him three loving children. We were married for two years and a few months. He had an addiction to drugs which was unknown at the beginning of our marriage; such addiction to drugs led him to become a thief liar abuser and irresponsible towards his family.</p><p>I have suffered abuse in every manner at the hand of this man possible. After years of his abuse I prayed constantly to God and he did answer and let him leave. Oh what such relief! I was no longer afraid to go home to my children nor lie at work to my colleagues that I had fallen or it was a blackout and I did not see the chair in the way. As such I became a single mother when I wanted more for my children. In 2015 I migrated to the United States of America with a friend who betrayed me and then I feel into a man's arms looking for security and somewhere to stay; we dated for a few months when I became pregnant. I told him he then chased me out of his home during a snowing night.</p><p>Again life was unfair to me in the land of milk and honey. It couldn't get worse. I became a homeless pregnant woman and I began to sleep on trains bus stops and parks. After I met a friend who told me about women's shelters I went to different shelters through PATH.</p>