Shellie at Blog 4 Mom has challenged the MomDot community to Write 4 You. In her words she says ” I challenge ALL of you to write and post from the heart, and focus on building relationships versus looking for the next big thing, big review or big stat. Can you accept this challenge and get back to why we blog?” Shellie, I accept this challenge in hopes that our story may help another family avoid a tragedy....
Two and a half weeks earlier on just such a night, as Gracie again rode her bike, I stopped her to ask my weekly question,"Mommy wants to know if anyone has touched you where they shouldn't be touching?" Now from the time she could talk and comprehend we have talked and talked, scenario after scenario discussed in detail. Every week her answer is always a resounding. "No, Mommy!" But not this night. NOT THIS NIGHT! No, on this beautiful night of promise and summer, she...said..."Yes."
My heart literally stopped. Never tell anyone that that isn't possible. Starting again with a sickening lurch, my heart now shattered into a million pieces. Though I didn't have to ask because in my soul I knew, I softly whispered, "Who?" "Don," she whimpered.
I felt my soul grow cold and my eyes fill with tears. This man, this thing, this fiend had betrayed a sacred trust. I had trusted him with the most precious child in the world and he had done this unspeakable, horrendous, cowardly evil! I immediately called the police who arrived very quickly. I won't go into the boring details but my lovely little girl was a trooper through it all.
During this whole "courtship" time, he would barely kiss me, letting me know that he had erectile dysfunction because of medication and ours would be a strictly platonic relationship. That didn't bother me a bit. But he began talking about raising my daughter as his own. In the meantime, something was drastically wrong with me physically. I could barely walk and when I would walk Gracie to the schoolbus I was crying out in pain. I naturally thought my fibromyalgia had flared, but even though I was taking pain medication because of the fibro, the pain intensified.
The next day my 2 sisters, my mother, and my son showed up on my doorstep urging me to go to the ER. I refused, confused and positive everyone wanted my daughter! My daughter-in-law decided to take Gracie with her. My family continued to confront me, yet I refused. The next morning I panicked when I couldn't find Gracie, frantically calling a neighbor. All the while, Don would look into my windows, call me on the phone and send text messages. Yet in my stupor I noticed the tone of the messages had changed. The Dr. Jekyl, Mr. Hyde horror was intensifying.
By evening, I finally realized something terrible was happening and my son and sister drove me to the ER. I was so severely dehydrated the nurses couldn't get an IV in. My kidneys had quit functioning. The ER doctor told my sister if I had waited any longer to come in I would have been dead. Hospitalized for a week, I made a full recovery, but the hell had just begun...to be continued.
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Week of August 17