Hi my name is Bessye Sanchez and I am a 25 year old mother of 3 lovely girls. My story begins with the birth of my first daughter Ahleeya. I was 15 years old with this tiny baby. I was still involved with her father but unfortunately he did not have a job, so when my daughter was born I took it upon myself to baby-sit my 3 month old niece while my sister worked. She paid me $50.00 dollars a week and with this I supported my baby. The only assistance I had was WIC and medical which I am grateful for. Besides all odds I continued my education in high school I did it for myself but I also wanted my mother (who had lost all trust and faith in me) to see that I can accomplish high school with a baby. I graduated high school when I was supposed to and then went right into vocational school.

        I graduated from vocational school with 2 diplomas one for medical assistant and one for limited x-ray. The only thing is that I didn't reach my goal. My goal was to become an ultrasonographer but I got pregnant with my second daughter and I had to go to work. This pregnancy was from a different father and sad to say I had to break up with this man when I was 4 months pregnant because I realized he was a liar and wasn't mature enough to be a father. I continued to work for several years supporting my 2 babies on my own because neither father was helping me at all. Struggling for several years and after a while I thought I reached a little bit of happiness. I met my 3rd daughter's father, here I finally thought I was happy and found the person for me. So I went ahead and I married him. We were quite happy at the beginning, we use to hang out together all the time with his friends and mine and he helped me financially but a while after things changed. He changed. He started going out on his own getting phone calls on his cell and telling me I had no right to know where he was going what he was doing and when he was coming home. 

        Now I haven't told you much of the type of person I am so I will now before my husband I was a very confident women and had a lot of admirers and besides it all I'm a very loving, friendly person. Also when it comes to a relationship I don't like to fight. Anyway I told him from the beginning not to be unfaithful to me because I would find out and also that I was the type of women that you could be honest and say anything to. If he have a problem with me he could tell me and if he felt I was not sufficient in anyway to let me know and instead of cheating if we weren't working out he could tell me and I would separate him with no problem as long as he was honest. Back to the story when my husband began to do his thing my self esteem dropped straight to the floor.

        He use to call me ugly as a nickname and I truly believed it was true. He didn't let me go out at all. To top this all off I found out I was pregnant and although I thought this was the happiest moment for me and I thought I would receive all the love I was WRONG! I got really sick with this pregnancy I pretty much threw up all day and he was mad just to see me laying down and he was completely disgusted with me. Before he would hug me all night when we slept and then he didn't even touch me. This was hard on me because I wasn't happy so I wasn't making my kids happy I didn't even pay attention to them.

      All that mattered to me was him, when he wasn't home I was miserable it was like I was obsessed not in love and to think that I had never been liked over any man. Well, to continue this story my husband got in trouble with the law 2 times and both times I bailed him out even paid for a lawyer and guess what? He decided to flee back to his country and told me if I loved him I would follow. So there I went like a fool, I gave up my job, my apartment, and left my kids with my Mom so I could try out the country.

      I bought my ticket to stay there for 3 months and of course he told me that things would be different. Of course not. I don't know if he cheated but all he did was leave me at that house and go out with his friends. The time I was there I thought a lot and I know it served me well because I thought in my kids and my self worth and I thank God for this. I came back within a month and got my kids back. I told him that it was his turn to prove his love for me.

        Well, he came back to the USA within 2 weeks after me but unfortunately for him he was captured by immigration. He is currently serving time. I thank God for taking me down this journey because I have learned that my children are #1 before any man. They have never let me down and I've gained such an inner strength that I couldn't be more grateful. I've stayed home with them since I've been back and the relationship we have is so strong. But now I'm in a journey that is quite tough for me.

         I decided to go back and accomplish my goal and take ultrasound. I've already enrolled and begin in October but I have so much stress because I have to pay so many different school fees and tuition it's way over my head. I know God is with me and he knows I'm doing it all for them. But to be absolutely honest I can't afford anything I'm doing but I have to do it. My girls are happy so I am happy and I want them to be proud of me.