ok I don’t know where to start really. I made some bad choices in life that pretty much started to affect every thing and everyone in my life in a very negative way. I’ll start from the beginning; I was married pretty young. I was 21 years old, we had just had our daughter in September when we decided to get married in December. With that said it lasted roughly 4 years until I discovered that my husband and my little sister had their own arrangements that didn’t lineup with what my idea of married life was suppose to be. I then choose to cut my losses and let them have each other. From there I met a guy who seemed to have everything in the world goin for him. He was sweet to me and my daughter really took to him. It could’ve been that he was just that approachable and likable from day one. Well, from there it was goin great or so I thought. I had a good-ish job I was getting my divorce and I had found another place that I could afford on my own. Which at the time is really what I needed. To prove to myself I could do it alone and didn’t need anyone to help never mind, a lying, cheating, wanna be husband, jerk! I was proud of myself for the first time in a really long time and things were starting to look up. When from out of nowhere, my new guy starts demanding my time and guilting me into spending everything on him. I poured so much from my own bucket to fill his and I didn’t realize I had gotten away from myself again. I lost my identity in this man and didn’t care. I would’ve followed him to the end of the earth and back a million times if he told me to. This went on for about 13 years. It got worse over the years and eventually turned into the worst domestic violence situation I had ever heard of or been part of. In the 13 years this man (I use that word very loosely) wanted to have kids with me. I was so reluctant and didn’t want anymore kids I would do everything I could think of to not follow through with this request. I’m ashamed of most of that today and would never do anything like that again but I was scared to death I I’d be stuck with this guy forever and I really didn’t want that. I got caught up in drugs trying to rid myself of the worthlessness feeing that he so ingrained in my head. I wanted to feel something.. anything really other than what he made me feel. This went on for about 6 years. I ended up getting pregnant and at that moment knew I had to get clean. I checked myself into a rehab center 600 miles away from home. I told the doctors that I didn’t want to be put on replacement drugs I just wanted to be clean for my babies sake. He told me that it would probably not come off anything because detoxing would be hard on the baby. I told him I had to take that chance I wouldn’t have a baby born addicted to anything I was on! He applauded me and agreed to help me. I was set for an ultrasound to listen to see how strong the babies heart beat was. The tech asked me jokingly how many babies are you having and I was like 1! How many do you see? And he started counting. Made it to 3 before I threatened him if he counted anymore and he stopped counting then. It took 2 weeks to verify that it was in deed triplet’s I was carrying. Scared, alone and worried about living conditions back home and all the struggles I was fixing to face having triplets to now care for. I no longer wanted to be sober. However I didn’t succumb to my demons! I stayed strong and sober through out my ENTIRE pregnancy. I delivered 3 very healthy beautiful baby girls in October of 2012. From that point on the violence and danger just got worse at home. The girls were subjected to screaming fits of rage, throwing objects, they had to learn to cope with the worlds evil ways at a very young age. When they were about 4 I had finally had enough. I was scared for our lives at this point and willing to do what ever it took to free us of the bondage he had bestowed upon me. I was home one night and he decided he was coming over. I might add at this moment he was now on drugs very heavily and not in his right mind. Nonetheless he wasn’t suppose to be here I had a TPO on him. My brother invited him over here one night so they could get high and This only got worse from there. He was here I was in my room too scared to come out when I heard one of my kids in the hall way tell me that daddy’s coming and he’s mad I opened the door to let my kid in and was met with this 6’6 275lb guy in my face! (The father of the triplets) he was pushing his way in to get the other 2 and leave my home with my kids. I reacted and grabbed a knife that was close by and I swung as hard as I could to kill him. He blocked it . At the time I didn’t realize this and thought I just stabbed him through his rib cage I was blinded in the moments and not really sure of what was going on only that I was trying to protect my kids. Needless to say I left the house thinking the police were looking for me. My neighbor told me they never showed up. Turned out when you’re high on drugs so illegal satain wouldn’t be doing them then you don’t call the police. so I eventually went home. The next morning the power got turned off for lack of payment. I was on the phone (cell phone) making arrangements to get it resolved when I heard a heavy knock on my front door. I opened the door to see some of the country’s finest boys in blue on the other side of my threshold. My heart sank. He asked me to join him outside so I did. He then asked if he or his partner could go inside my home and look around. In fear of what they might find and see my kids there with no power I said no. Then they called back-up & demanded a warrant bc of the situation at hand was cut and dry, my children were exposed to some very harsh living conditions and abusive situation they never shouldn’t been around. Child protective services showed up. The detectives from very high up in the police tier showed up. Everyone had questions for me and accusations. My so called family that was here living in my house wrote witness statements against me saying I provoked him and instigated it. They took me to jail, took my kids and then my family (brother and sister) had my house basically to do with what they wanted. Long story short(er) I ended up getting out of jail 45 days later thinking I’d just go get my kids and go home. Boy was I wrong! I had to fight and prove myself worthy to have them back. My brother wouldn’t leave my house so I had to get a TPO on him also to get him out bc I didn’t have money for an evection AND since I was staying in jail this wasn’t my home anymore. I did it. Every single thing that The juvenile courts were demanding of me. I got into therapy & support groups & went religiously. I even started going to church. I found God. It took 18 months to get everything they wanted from me done but I didn’t it! I won my case, got the aggravated adult charge cleared, got my children back, my house back. Was doing really really good. That was 2 years ago! I changed my entire life for my kids! They deserve to have at least one parent in their life to show them they are worth the fight!! I love my kids more than oxygen and would gladly kill or lay down my life for them. The reason behind this long story is I have changed and am doing so much better but I’ve hit hard times. I have a job. I pay my bills but with the prices of everything going up so fast I’ve had to cut back on a lot of extra stuff that would normally just been ok too but. Like some shoes for the girls. Or shorts now that it’s warming up. I would’ve taken them all shopping but I’ve found it very hard to do when I’m barely paying for gas in my car or the Internet bill. I’ve cut back on subscription’s that we were getting like Netflix and Disney bc it’s just a luxury I can’t afford anymore. I know it’s still a few months away but with the prices I never can tell how much I’ll be able to spare at the end of my check every week. I am in no way going to be able to buy then their school supplies or new school clothes before school starts in August I’m trying to raise up enough that I can in fact provide for my kids. I just need some help doing it this time. I’ve over come so much and actually getting back a decent life worth living and now it seems I’m being met with…. I don’t what the word I’m looking for is. It’s like every time I seem to be doing better I take about 15 steps back that just knocks me for a loop. I’m exhausted bc I work nonstop basically. and making peanuts for part at that! They don’t pay me enough. after the jail sentence I lost my good paying job and had to start at the bottom again with another company. I haven’t gotten very far with the company with it only being 2 years. I’m in trouble here and need help. I don’t have family to ask or friends. I keep a pretty simple quite life style bc it’s easier to keep my kids safe when there’s no one else around to hurt them. Idk it’s probably some deep seeded root at the bottom streaming from the domestic violence but I haven’t got that far in therapy. Please if you can find it in your heart to support us, or to help me support my kids..
I just want to be able to get them supplies for school and clothes for my girls. I’ll pay it forward to someone else when I’m able. 10 fold. I will be a blessing to someone one day, I just don’t know when or how right now. God has a plan for me & I’m sticking to it the best I can.. www.PayPal.com-@davinwigley