I’ve been debating for a while as to whether to write about this topic in further detail. I’ve been in a mental, emotional battle with myself as to whether I should allow myself to dive deep within myself, pull out the raw emotions, and just let them out for anyone and everyone to judge me, including the cowards hiding behind fake profiles. Then, as if I needed a sign, it was staring me in the face! A bright neon sign….blinking…beckoning me to sit down at my laptop and just have it out with my past! I figured if my past continues to bring itself into my present, then why not give it what it wants…the attention it so very much craves!
I’ve touched on this subject quite a few times in previous blogs. My friends and family know the story inside and out. They’ve seen the pictures, they’ve seen the court documents, they’ve held me through the tears, and helped me through my darkest times. But I want to reach out to those who don’t know. Or to those who THINK they know, but they really have no clue. I want to reach out the non-believers. To the ones who think I somehow deserved what happened to me. I would like those people to seriously read with an open mind, and ask yourself at the end of this blog, if I am telling the truth, how should this individual still be walking around among the free? And to those who may wonder “Well how do we know you are telling the truth?” First and foremost, use common sense. Second, I have either physical evidence or court documents to back up my story….no, not my story, my TRUTH! Just ask, I am more than willing to show it to you!
11 years ago, I was in the middle of a nasty separation. I was working as a Home Health Nurse, had four beautiful kids and was married to a Fireman. Right before Christmas, something felt off. We started marriage counseling. Within a week I knew he was having an affair. Call it a woman’s intuition or whatever you would like, but deep down in my gut, I knew he was cheating! He left a few days after Christmas. Within days, I confirmed the affair with numerous phone records, voice mail messages and several meetings between the two of them. Not surprising, she was also married. They worked together at the fire department. During the months of January and February, things were touch and go. We continued counseling, had a few family dinners and continued to have spousal relations. My husband continually denied the affair throughout this time. I received mixed signals as to where our lives were headed.
At the end of February, I had plans to go to an event with a dear friend. Although it was a police and firefighter event, when I spoke to my husband prior to accepting my friends invitation, he assured me he would not be there. That night, I went to the event, not knowing my life would change forever!
When we arrived, it didn’t take long for me to realize my husband was there. I ignored him and stayed with my friends. I spoke to a few of his friends in passing throughout the night. At the end of the event, our group went our separate ways. My friend, her boyfriend and I walked to my car. I heard my husband yell “whore” to me from behind as I entered the car. So I got out, appalled at his accusations, especially since it was he that had been unfaithful!
As we were arguing, his mistress came from behind him with her arm raised. Before I had a chance to react, I was out. I woke up on the ground with her standing over me, striking me repeatedly with an object. I tried kicking her to get her off of me, but I felt the object hit my butt so I grabbed her hair to pull her down on top of me. I remember hearing her grunt as she continually jabbed the object into my torso. I felt her being pulled off of me. I reached over to my husband who was standing to my left side. I grabbed his leg and begged for help. His response was “Get the Fuck off of me!” And just like that, he left with her. The rest is pretty much a blur. I was taken to the hospital via ambulance where I received over 75 sutures to the face and chest. I had multiple abrasions to my abdomen, but by the grace of God, I chose to wear my black leather jacket that night! I fully believe it saved my life.
No arrest was made. They informed me it was a case of he said, she said! My husband refused to tell the truth. He said I attacked her. Her story was I was on top of her, choking her, she reached over and grabbed a bottle off of the ground and started hitting me in self defense. So here’s your chance to believe her side over mine….but let’s look at some facts before you are quick to judge.
I met with the officer on scene and he gave me her statement and explained since “I was the aggressor”, she wouldn’t be arrested. I then asked him was she covered in blood? He said no, just on her hands. This is where the common sense comes in….how could there be NO blood on her if I were on top of her when she stabbed me in self defense? Gravity would’ve covered her in my blood! Another point which you will be able to act out yourself after I post the pictures. How is it possible for her to slash me from the right upper chest down to the left lower chest with one motion if my hands were around her neck choking her? My arms would’ve been blocking the motion needed to cause those injuries. The rookie officer apologized to me after our conversation. I realize there were superior officers in charge of what took place that night and the choice to not make an arrest. I also realize with her working for the same city in which the attack occurred, I would never receive justice. I met one road block after another.
This is just the beginning of the truth….emotionally I must take a break. It’s hard reliving this painful event, but the truth deserves to be heard. Stay tuned folks….there’s a whole lot of crazy left to explore! (If you are squeamish, look away now)
This picture shows the blood pooled at my neck, proving I was on my back, not choking her
This one caused nerve damage and has left the left side of my jaw numb.