Savannah Bailey, 26
A s mariachi music played, we gorged on tacos.
‘Happy anniversary,’ I grinned, clinking our glasses.
Javaunte held my hand over the table.
‘Happy anniversary,’ he smiled. ‘I love you baby.’
It was June 2015 and I'd met Javaunte Jefferson on a dating website a year earlier.
He was sweet, made me feel special.
That first anniversary meal at a Mexican restaurant felt like the start of more happiness to come.
By the following summer Javaunte was living with me and our beautiful baby girl, Cerenity.
I felt blessed.
Only, days after I gave birth, Javaunte got nasty
‘You b*tch,’ he sneered one evening after I'd put
