To quote a classic man, Paul Harvey, “Now, the rest of the story!” If you are just now finding me, take a few minutes and get caught up! Part 1 can be found here!
Night turned into day as I sat in the back of the car on the way home after being discharged from the hospital. My parents sat in the front seat with their emotions swinging between hurt, scared, and just mad as hell! We were told by the cops no charges were being filed. That meant one thing to me….this monster was still out there, walking the streets, free to attack again at any time! What in the hell was I going to do now? I didn’t own a gun? I was alone with four small children. Surely my estranged husband would realize how crazy this woman was, right? He would certainly make sure he notified the authorities at the break of daylight to wrong a right! But I couldn’t be more wrong!
When we walked into the house, I was exhausted and just wanted to crawl into the safety of my bed. My mom stopped me and said before they left, I had to go and look into the mirror. I thought she had lost her mind! I was FINE! I saw the blood! I knew it was bad. I could see the chest wounds. How much worse could it be? I decided to walk into my sons bathroom to look into the mirror, if nothing else, it would shut her up! I flipped on the light and stood up tall and stoic! As my eyes met the woman in the mirror, my heart fell! The tears welled up in my eyes and I lost my breath! One thing was for sure, my mom had been right to make me face the “new” me in the company of the two people who loved me first in this world….the same two people who loved me most! Who in the hell was this woman looking back at me? At the time I had no clue, but I intended to find out!
These were taken after receiving sutures. They called in a Plastic Surgeon and she did her best, but I was left with horrible scars and needed further revision and surgery a few months later.
The first step was facing my children. There were tears shed. As I looked into their eyes I saw fear. How do you explain to children that evil truly exists? How do you explain to a child that not all wrongs are made right? I still struggle daily with those two very questions. I tried my best to reassure them that everything would be ok, but in reality, nothing was ever going to be the same!
I spoke to my husband via phone that day. He asked what the injuries were and I explained in detail the injuries. He apologized over and over and said he had no idea she had done that much damage or knew she had stabbed me. He said he was “drunk” and thought we had been tangled up but didn’t remember the details! I explained to him what had occurred. Not long after the initial conversation, he called me back and called me a fucking crazy bitch! He blamed me for the entire attack! He said I started it and she had been merely defending herself! Hmmm….what happened to Mr. Drunk Guy’s lack of memory! Seems like it had either miraculously returned or he was siding with his mistress and believing her every word! At that moment, I literally died inside. How could I have been so wrong? How could I have misjudged someone’s character so poorly? How could I still be in love with a man who was obviously sleeping with a woman who had tried to kill me? My heart was betraying me….I curled up in the fetal position and cried! My marriage was officially over and I knew it!
I filed an injunction for protection against my attacker. A few days later, I was served with a notice to appear in court regarding an injunction for protection hearing for both my husband and my attacker! REALLY?? They needed protection from ME??
During the time before the injunction hearings, my husband and I were not allowed to have contact with each other at all. When he filed the paperwork, he never thought about making a plan for visitation for his daughter. For over 3 weeks he went without seeing her due to the no contact order. This was a document he filed, not the other way around, yet I was the one blamed for him not seeing his daughter. This was not my fault but yet I was being portrayed as a woman scorned, keeping her child away from the child’s dad out of spite! Disgusting, simply disgusting!
The next few weeks were hard! I was a Home Health Care Nurse and had no choice but to work. If I didn’t work, I didn’t get paid. I was now a single mom so off to work I went. My patients were upset seeing my face covered in sutures! One in particular took it hard. I had been seeing her husband on a weekly basis for over a year! I had a real bond with this family. When I walked into her home, she took one look at me and said “Baby, who did that to you?” With tears in my eyes, I didn’t have to say a word! Later on after reading the article in the paper, my next home visit was met with a huge mama-like hug! She knew exactly what I needed at that moment…..to know some things were still the same!
The court day came for the injunction against my attacker and her injunction against me. I wasn’t nervous at all considering, until she purposely walked by me trying to intimidate me. I kept it together as she passed by, excused myself to the bathroom where I broke down in a full blown panic attack! I had to pull it together and face the evil in that courtroom or else I would never forgive myself! I cleaned up, took one last look in the mirror to remember why I had to be strong! We stood on opposite sides of the court room. Two of my friends sat behind me, ready to testify on my behalf, and on her side stood her friend and of course, my husband! I don’t know why I was surprised!
Long story short, and I do mean long…what was intended to be a 5 minute hearing turned into over an hour of testimony! My attacker had her attorney present. She continually plead the fifth. She had no problem saying I attacked her, but if he asked if she hit me with a bottle like she said in her original statement to the police, she would plead the fifth. My husband was questioned. He told the judge I had initiated the fight. When the judge asked him “Who stabbed your wife?” He said he didn’t know! The judge wasn’t happy at all! Her friend testified to the same rehearsed story as the other two before her, and just like the other two, she had NO IDEA who stabbed me! Now, during this testimony a court reporter was present. I have the entire proceeding and have read through and compared statements. Here are just some of the discrepancies. My attacker claims I initiated the attack and was sitting on top of her and choking her. Both her friend and my husband backed up her account. BUT, during the injunction testimony, her attorney wasn’t as quick to stop the line of questioning to them.
When asked to describe what happened my husband said “(attacker) was standing over the top of Kenna-Joy and they were locked up! Then people started pulling them apart.”
Her friend stated “I was holding (attacker) up by her belt so Mrs. Treadwell couldn’t pull her down! Everyone was pulling them up and we left!”
This is where common sense comes to play….if I were on top of her choking her like she stated, how did both my husband and her friend see her standing over the top of me?? Don’t you think any decent prosecutor would’ve been able to discredit all three?
By the end of the hearing, the judge told me to stay away from her for two months. I received a lifetime injunction against her. The next day in a different county, my husband injunction for protection against me was dismissed! It wasn’t much, but it was a small victory in what would become a war of a lifetime!
My story is far from over….and neither is the proof of the evil fills her soul! Here’s a sneak peak of part 3….her evil runs deep!