In the 25 years I have been alive, I do
have to say that most of that was awesome!! I have three of the most
beautiful babies that have ever lived and they are my world. I wake
up everyday and just can't believe how lucky I am to have them. It
took me a few years to even realize how lucky I am to not only have
my children, but also the man in my life that helped create
them....My husband. Errol has seen me at my worst and at my best.
Surprisingly, my worst didn't scare him away, it had the opposite
effect. He stuck to me like Krazy Glue.
From the first day we were together,
he made me feel so safe. I just knew without even having to think
about it that he would forever hold me safely in his arms. And to be
honest, those are my favorite place in the whole world to be...in his
arms. It was almost 18 months before he knew my darkest secret. I
didn't want him to leave me so I kept it to myself until one day
while visiting my Mom with our son that I thought my sisters were in
danger of the same thing happening. I finally broke and told not only
my Mother what had gone on, but also my husband.
For as long as I could remember until
I was 17 years old, I was molested and raped by my father. The only
reason it stopped when I was 17 was because I left his house and
moved in with a friend of mine. Anyway, the weekend I told my family
what happened, my father had custody of my younger sisters for the
week and was supposed to have them back that Sunday night...when it
started getting late, I couldn't sleep and got really nauseated
because I just kept thinking he was hurting them as well. He dropped
the girls off first thing the next morning and my Mom didn't say two
words to him...which was probably the safest thing for her to do. She
was so angry and hurt that I don't think she knew what to do. She
drove us all back home...Houston to Arkansas...we made great time 7.5
hours. Before we left, she made me call my husband and try to talk to
him, but all I could do was cry. He thought I was leaving him, so
when we showed at home, he was so relieved. Then, the cops showed up
and my Mom made me report what happened to the cops and press charges
and get a restraining order since my dad lived in the same area as
myself and my family.
The justice system worked very fast at
this. Within days I had a permanent restraining order in place and
they had a warrant to arrest my father. Unfortunately, because of the
restraining order, he had a heads up as to what was going on. So he
packed himself, his girlfriend (who is 3 years older than me), and my
little brother up and left town the day the warrant was to be
executed. The police misesd him by literally 35 minutes.
Have I mentioned before I hate cliff hangers?? Get writing woman... !
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Deletewow! awesome of you to share your story!! can't wait to hear the rest! xoxo
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