No matter what, he would have found us. I didn't move out of the city, I didn't change jobs and I didn't change my routine. My counsellor had suggested that I change some of my routine but I honestly thought he would just leave us alone. He probably followed the truck when I was moving my furniture but I never realized it. Two weeks after we had moved, he sent me an email saying he knew where we lived. I told him to go to hell and said he couldn't know. Then he emailed me with my address. He insisted that I let him see the kids. I am so afraid of him so I said he could but it had to be in my house. After a lot of verbal abuse and profanity, he agreed. I told the worker from CAS and she was not impressed about it but she said until I retained a lawyer, it would have to do.
It went on that way for over a year. He still emotionally, mentally and verbally abused me. Daniel was at work a lot and I wouldn't tell him Carl saw the kids but he knew when they misbehaved. I kept saying I would get a lawyer but I didn't think any harm would come out of not having one.
In 2005, I realized just how wrong I was. In October, we started experiencing some issues with my oldest daughter, Caitlynn. She was 15 and she was beginning to get angry that Daniel was trying to "tell her what to do" and he wasn't that much older than she was. She had thought of Carl as her dad since she was seven years old and she had called him. He told her that she could stay with him for a couple of weeks. I was hesitant but she insisted. "He won't hurt me Mom. Anna is there and she won't let him", she told me. Well, it was either that or she would run away so I let her. Caitlynn didn't come back home for a very long time. Carl bought her new clothes, a cell phone, new furniture and anything else she wanted. He told her that I was a very seriously mentally ill person and on drugs and I was dangerous. Meanwhile, I had completed counselling and stopped taking antidepressants! (I haven't taken any antidepressants or tranquilizers since 2005). He eventually had her convinced I was the abusive one and that I had lied to her, causing her to have false memories of him abusing her. (This is something she and I have talked about over the past couple of years. She calls it "the brainwashing" and I often worry about her even though she is now 20). Caitlynn began to hate me, I thought. In fact, Carl told me she did hate me.
Carl still continued to see the kids at the house and in August of 2006 he asked if he could take my son, Anthony overnight. Anthony was seven, about to turn eight and he was going to sleepaway camp for the first time in his life. There had been a couple of deaths in Daniel's family and Carl said he would like to take Anthony overnight to help me out. I said yes and the nightmare really began. My life went downhill from there and it will never be the same again.
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