Hiding In A Box
𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙭 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝.
I had a consultation about the SEO on my websites. I was told I needed to tell my story in order for people to believe and understand I could help them, and what gives me the wisdom to do so.
The very short version of the story is:
My biological father died two years ago. Because I mentioned he was an alcoholic on Facebook, all but 2-3 members of his family disowned me. Just prior to that, I had been focused on commercial real estate...and I lost my money during that time. 6 months after my biological father died, my daughter, Olivia got a pre-cancer called HLH, and received chemotherapy at Memorial Children's Hospital Downtown. While in lockdown at the hospital, prior to knowing what Olivia had, my ex-husband filed for custody, of all of my children saying the reason Olivia was ill was due to neglect. My biological Mother, and Step Father helped my ex-husband do this, and testified on my ex husband's behalf while I was taking care of Olivia, and living with them. They reported my every movement to my ex-husband's attorney while there. During the process of the custody case, the lug nuts were loosened on my car twice. The first time was on the way to my oldest daughter, Rebecca's wedding reception with my other children in my car. The next time was at my new home, only living there for a few weeks. The only people who had the address were my attorneys, my kids, and my ex-husband.
My ex-husband called CPS to have me investigated right before last Christmas, and kept Olivia and never brought her back after I lifted and pecked at what her father's true motives were. I'm not listed as Olivia's mother at her college, so I can't contact her there. I wasn't invited to a single event prior to her starting college, while I watched all my friends share that moment online with their children.
My children are very traumatized from this to say the least. It took months for my sons to start hugging me again, and feeling at ease. The trauma is so much, that even when I ask them if they remember when I've cooked things...they don't. Brainwashing is a very real thing. I've been my kids' every day since birth. We couldn't just have a sick daughter...it had to be a three-ring circus custody case with flying monkeys.
My mother and stepfather moved to Galveston. They used a family friend to sell their home, and purchase another. That is two transactions for a real estate agent. Their testimony on the stand was that I wasn't working and that the kids' dad should have them because he made more money. To put it mildly, I consider myself an orphan now. A month ago my parents contacted my ex-husband to see the kids, and he took them to Galveston. Everyone was pretty clear that is and was against my wishes. My kids were put in a position to lie to me.
Because my ex-husband understood my social media presence, he approached the court with a gag order for us both. I was never to speak about what happened in public. He doesn't use social media to run a business, so it made no difference to him to have the gag order. He didn't want people to know what happened. In Texas, you need a significant event to happen to lower your child support. He used Olivia's illness and stated I neglected her to get into court. He was paying $4K / month on orders he wrote with his own hands 7 years ago. He was successful in getting it lowered to $1,600.
Because he lost, it bruised his ego. He moved 5-6 minutes from my home, just outside of my neighborhood. The new goal is to pay $0.00 in child support. The whole thing hasn't ended for him.
𝙒𝙝𝙮? 𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨? 𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨?
I never came back or missed my ex-husband. Ever. I ran, and I don't weigh over 200lbs anymore, and he wants to get married to the woman he's been with since 6 months after our divorce. They've canceled 2 weddings due to her being overwhelmed by my children.
I've rejected my stepfather since I was 4 years old. I never took to him because my eyes were always open to the show he's always putting on. I'd call him out on it constantly. It's very easy for him to tell my mother I'm just like my biological father, and she falls in line. They left me in Canada to come to Texas I didn't want to come at first...eventually, every girl wants a mom. They weren't fleeing from a 3rd world country.....I was in 8th grade. I had no business leaving or changing anything regarding my future. I was amazing in many sports, and probably at least had a University future in Softball and running. That wasn't the trajectory of my life. They sold all our things so he could come to live in the United States. The company he was going to work for, didn't pay to move him. They also just retired in Galveston. We were cramping their style
The game has been to silence me since I was a small child.
This is the short version of the story.
Had I not been able to employ the mental, emotional, and spiritual strength I already had....I would have lost my kids to people that aren't supposed to hurt me or them.
𝙄’𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙚𝙙....𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩.
