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As I Sit in the Park

As I sit in the park, and crying, I didn’t imagine my life as it is now.

I live in Illinois, in a town called Bolingbrook, Illinois, not far away from Chicago.  Often I wish I were somewhere else.  I went to the police department this morning and the two officers who I spoke with brushed me off, and sent me on my way, saying they couldn’t help.  I could not believe what I was hearing, that they didn’t care. Or was it just me? They didn’t care about me, when I explained who my abuser is. My fear now is that they will tell him what I said. My abuser works for the village of Bolingbrook. But now I am reminded that what he told me many times before, that no one will care what he does to me, is true.  

This morning, I woke up to him standing over me.  Our daughter was crying in the other room as he started yelling at me, pushed me out of bed and started swearing and throwing things at me, saying I was worthless and that I should kill myself.  He spit on me, pulled my hair, slapped me again and again, and told me I was ugly, worthless and unloved. This was not the first time, nor won’t be the last. I am afraid, and don’t know what to do.  It is clear the system doesn’t care.  I will have to find a way myself.

Please pray for me and my children as I figure out how to survive.  I pray we can. He knows too many people. He knows how to get “rid” of us…..the pd here is a clique that doesn’t care about women, especially not those who are married to powerful men.

“Lord God, Heavenly Father, you know that we are set in the midst of so many and great dangers, that by reason of the frailty of our nature we cannot always stand upright: Grant us such strength and protection, to support us in all danger, and carry us through all temptations; through your Son, Jesus Christ our Lord.”

I know I am not alone, even though I feel like it today, with my children.  

I am a victim and still a survivor of Domestic Violence.



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