I wish to say thank you to a special Dom who mentioned this thread, after we spoke he thought it might help me in some way if I shared my story. I was a very outgoing, outspoken and fun loving type of individual. I had met a man, who claimed he was a “Christian”, and in outward appearances it appeared that he was. We were married for three years and you could notice subtle changes in his demeanor. He started telling me what I could and could not wear. One time he wanted me to take vitamins. We had company at the house and I did not want them. He actually forced them down my throat. I fought him the entire time. You would have thought I would have seen the damn sign then but I was blind. In the three years I had been with him he had destroyed me mentally. He would not allow me to go home. He would not allow my family to visit unless he approved, he was in total control.

One day I was having a migraine I woke up hearing my daughter crying in the other room. I got up and went in the room opened the door and there is my husband. He is standing up adjusting his pants. a very guilty look on his face. I take my daughter who is three years old into my room and she states her father hurt her “tutu”, which she used to describe as her vagina. I ask her to show me where…..So….long story short…..

A doctor exams her, she has been, they call in DHS….but trust me it is a long process. I go in hiding. I also have a six month old son with me. I am in hiding for approximately six months. We eventually go to a man who is a Psychiatrist/Attorney….very expensive son of a gun. He states that yes she has been abused, no shit Sherlock. He said that he did not believe it was her father, that he thought it was her father’s uncle or her Dads father….WTF….bullshit. We did have supervised visitation for a couple of years. … He had five time the money that I had and a criminal attorney, so after five years, he was granted visitation rights.

I will say that I have no idea why things happen. What happens mold us into what and who we are. I have forgiven him and will always love him because he is my children’s father. They love him and I will love him for them. Forgiveness is one of the hardest things. You may not forget but you can forgive. That is when true healing can begin.