Ever since we got away from my abusive ex husband, we’ve been very secretive about our whereabouts. We’ve moved several times, lied about what county we’re in, switched schools and doctors, and I’ve even used fake names from time to time.
Now, it’s been two years since the police arrested him, and he was finally sentenced to 2-4 years in a state facility on April 27, 2010. That means I’ve got one year, eleven months, and 2 days until I should have to worry about my safety and that of my children, right?
So I’m done with hiding.
I’m done running scared.
I’m done with looking over my shoulder and falsifying papers to keep the trail clean.
HERE I AM!
And since I am here safely, I can now begin to introduce myself, to tell our story, and to work towards really using those six years of misery plus two years of fear to make a difference in this broken world. Or at least in the lives of a few broken women and children.
So stay tuned as I gradually embark on the painful journey of recounting our lives as victims of a violent man.
Picture by Kiera Samantha, found on RAINN‘s photo album on facebook.