My story is quite long and very true. I don’t even know where to start. My husband left me in 2017. I still love and miss him everyday. I was a stay home wife/mother. When he left him and his family rocked my world. I didn’t have a dime. I had no way to hire a lawyer. I lost everything. I still have dreams about the events that took place. Within 2 months he had another woman pregnant. I was depressed and devastated. I was now on my own out in the real world for the very first time. I made some new friends (who I soon found out weren’t friends at all) and began a new life. I got a job and my first apartment. I made it three months before I was evicted. A man I had become friends with offered me a room at his home on a small ranch in Bandera, Tx. No charge! I took the offer and moved in. 20 miles in the middle of nowhere-ville, I found myself broke, without gas and stuck. My loneliness made me blind to the fact that this man wasn’t working and blind to his lies that this was actually his home. (It wasn’t. It was owned by someone else who I found out later had been demanding we get out of his home and off of his property) I had no clue this was even happening at the time. When this man would show up my friend called him his uncle and would go outside and visit with him. I never met his “uncle” aka land lord. I soon found myself falling for (we will call him Jack) Jack. Jack was handsome and very believable and persuasive. I cooked, cleaned, repaired damages to his home: fed animals etc. if it needed to be done, I did it. We lived together here for about 8 months before Jack was arrested on an ok’d warrant. He had gone to town one day and didn’t come back. I was alone and stuck out in this ranch. It was so scary for me. Very spooky. One day his mother shows up and tells me jack called and asked her to please take care of the beautiful blonde at his house and let me know he’d be home soon. I told her I was fine, we exchanged numbers and we parted ways. It was less than 48 hours later that Jack’s “uncle” aka land lord showed up. With Jack being gone, I was able to speak with him. This is when I figured out that I was a squatter in his home and he had been patient long enough. He threatened to call the police if I didn’t leave his property ASAP. I apologized and explained my situation. I assured him I never meant any disrespect and was humiliated that I had been squatting at his home and believed it belonged to Jack. Feeling very lost and scared, not knowing anyone or having anywhere to turn I called Jack’s mother. She said Jack’s old room was available for me to stay in, at her house. So I Ickes up my things, AGAIN, and moved. Yet again my world was shook up. A week or so later Jack was able to come home. For some reason I was so excited to see him. He played victim to the eviction and allegations made by his uncle. Like a fool I believed him. I think deep down I knew better, but at this point he was all I had and all I knew. It was a few short months later that Jack became abusive mentally, emotionally and verbally. Already being so knocked down from losing my husband, my hone, my belongings, then the eviction followed by being thrown out of Jack’s house and put ina very vulnerable situation I had become a very weak woman. Thinking I needed Jack I stayed. He would leave for days at a time, done back home and demand sex and respect. When he wanted to leave again he would attack me. Accuse me of cheating or doing this or that. Victimize himself and blame me for the fact that he now HAD to leave to get some space and settle his nerves. He said I should be ashamed of myself for causing these issues for us. This went on for months and inky got worse. I finally decided I’d leave jack and contacted an old friend from years before. He said he’d be happy to help me. We ended up dating for three months. He was very kind and good to me. I cared about him a lot. When Jack found out where i was he came to me and begged me back. Confused, still lost and vulnerable, Jack still being the most familiar thing I had, I made the mistake of taking him back. I went back home with Jack. I stopped answering my friends calls and flat wasn’t aloud to sontact or speak to him. He never knew why I left. Never heard a word from me. I broke his heart. That broke my heart. I never wanted to hurt anyone. But I did. For that I am very sorry. Several months later I discovered I was pregnant. Jack and I went to the doctor for confirmation and scheduled a sono. It was at the sonogram appointment that Jack and I both realized that this baby was in fact my old friend whom I dissed and left for Jack. The man I walked out in and never contacted again, Jack was furious. He somehow convinced me that the baby’s father and his family were rich and would definitely take my baby. (Remember I had already lost everything that meant anything to me) Jack demanded I say he was the father in order to save me from losing this child. So that’s what I did. I was so great full he would step up and claim a child that wasn’t even his in order to protect him from being taken from me.
I was able to find us a small fixer upper apartment where the woman said we could live for free while fixing it up. I was excited to try and begin our life together as a family so I quickly excepted her offer. This is where I found myself stuck for the next 6 months. Pregnant I did every repair and diy remodel to that apartment that was ever done. I fell off of a ladder when hanging kitchen cabinets BY MYSELF, while pregnant. Jack was always gone running around and only came home to sleep and shower before he did it again. My vehicle eventually broke down, my cell phone turned off. We had no tv and only a bed in the bed room. I would love from the bed to a fold out camping chair in the living room. For days at a time I sat alone and just stared at the walls. Sometimes, well many times I was left without food for days at a time. When Jack would show back up after being gone for days he’d bring some food he’d go get from his moms. The food became less and less. Eventually the food became canned vegetables. That is it. At one point I realize now, that when Jack would walk in that door with a few cans of green beans and maybe some sweet corn, I became great full. I was excited to have company. Yay!! I wasn’t alone anymore! I’d hug and kiss Jack and thank him for the food. I was just so great full! Sounds crazy I know. I never thought I’d have ever been so weak, but abuse messes us up and our minds are altered to think differently. I was pathetic and I was allowing this behavior. Not realizing at the time that this man was punishing me. At one point I became very ill. I was rushed to the Er where I was put on iv antibiotics and monitoring for 9 days straight. Dr said I was lucky to have not died or lost the baby. He said I arrived just in the nick of time. My body had been poisoning itself. I was slowly going septic and didn’t know it. Jack never came to the hospital not one time the entire time I was there. I laid in that hospital bed alone and cried for days. The entire experience was very traumatic. I made the decision to contacted a woman I knew and although hard to ask for help I told her my situation. She came and picked me up from the hospital when I was released and took me to her home. I helped her with her children and she worked. I cooked, cleaned and took care of everything else. I stayed here for several month. I had the baby and the baby and I came home to this house. After my son was born my emotions were crazy and I missed Jack. So I contacted him. I have been with Jack again every since that day. Jack now is so abusive and I’m afraid. Jack hits me now, he calls me fat and ugly. If he wants sex, if I don’t give it to him he will torment me and leave me here alone and harass me. If I don’t treat him respectfully and take care of his WhatS and needs he threatens to sleep with my friends, or days he already has. If he leaves and I lock him out he will break in (mind you I had a job so we are living IN MY HOME) he contributes nothing here. He will break into my house and make his way in. I just woke up last night in bed next to him with his hand up my shirt snd had no idea he had even come over. I was sound asleep and he forced entry through my back door. The door latch is still broken. Along with the window on my front door from the mart time he did this. I threaten to call the police and have really considered it. I wasn’t to more than anything, but Jack guarantees me he will kill me then himself before they can ever even arrive. He threatens to call CpS and have my child taken from me. He says I never know what meal he may or may not have put drugs in so if he calls them he will have me drug tested. It’s not worth the risk. I feel like he’s lying and wouldn’t really put drugs I. My food, but what if?? My son is my life and my world I don’t want to lose him. Cps scares me. Jack scares me. Jack will hurt me if I call the police. He WILL ruin my life if I don’t do as he says, like he says. The abuse now is the worst it’s ever been. As I sit here tonight with a knot on my head and a bruised eyelid, crying and brainstorming life I do every night. I need a plan, I need to get out of here. I need help. I need help now. No more games! There is a child involved that I refuse to allow to grow up around this man. My som has never seen Jack hit me but if I don’t get out of here I know one day he will witness this abuse. What if the abuse is turned on him? So without a single doubt, (mommy mode is in full effect) I have decided I wasn’t to move. I want to change my phone number. Once I have somewhere safe and the any and I get settled in, I will then call the police and tell them everything. I have text and voice messages to prove anything I need to to the police. I WILL file a restraining and/or protective order. I WILL testify in court against him. I WILL have him arrested without mercy. I WILL NOT feel guilty!! I am an amazing mother! I just need to get out of here long enough for the police to do their thing.
Mehta I’m asking for is enough money to get out of town. Maybe get a hotel room. Preferably something nice. I don’t want to take my so to the south side of anywhere and feel afraid in an already stressful a bed scary situation. I would like to get a nice hotel, maybe even a spa and RELAX! Enjoy my baby boy while the police are back at my home hopefully kicking in my door to arrest Jack. He’s on probation and had a warrant so my report WILL have him locked up in jail! I need gas to get out of town and some money to have in my pocket. I think everyone should always have a few bucks in their pocket in case of emergency. I will not have access to a kitchen in a hotel so money for a few days worth of buying us hot meals at the local diners near the hotel. I’d like to get a cell phone tuned back on. Jack shattered my iPhone 8 because he thought I was texting someone when I was playing on it one day. I am going to need to buy diapers and some clothes for a couple days. I cannot pack bags because Jack will know somethings up. I am truly in fear he will kill me if he knew I was leaving him to have him arrested. So all I can grab is my purse and say I’m running around the block to the dollar store for some snacks or something. This is a normal thing I do often so it won’t raise any red flags. Except when I leave I won’t be going to the dollar store and I won’t be coming back until a few days after I know he is in jail.
I know whoever is reading this is probably thinking , yeah right now do I know she isn’t going to take the money and run right back to him. All I can do is ask you to trust me. The moment I get to where I’m going and the police I will get a police report. I will gladly scan and email you this report as well as give you our real names so that you may call and check the jail yourself. I need someone to believe in me! Someone to help. Please trust me. I’m a good person and I don’t screw people over. If you’d like any proof or confirm that I’ve done with Jack what I’ve promised to do here I’ll gladly give you any info I can. If you’re willing to donate without proof then that’s great too. Please just let me know if there is anything I can do to help you feel more comfortable about his donation. I also plan to reach out to my sons biological family. I have contacted his father who isn’t interested in having a child but I plan to reach out to his grandparents in hopes to let my son know his family. I am trying to do the right thing here. As soon as I know we are safe our lives will finally be able to be normal. My son deserves to know who he is and where he comes from snd I’ll be damned if I allow this man to force me to continue to live this way and in fear!
this stood here!!!
I know my story here is long. Just imagine though, this is barely touching all of what’s gone on over these last several excruciating years.
thanks for reading!! Sorry if I misspelled anything and excuse my grammar. Jack is asleep and I’m typing as fast as I can to get this completed and posted.
GOD BLESS!
(I used the names Jack & Jill to remain anonymous at least until after this is all over)