When a baby is six months old, the innocent look in the eyes and the mesmerizing smile are still intact. So is the new baby smell. For me, six months old is when I contracted my first sexually transmitted disease from my step-father, who would get away with this for almost eight years. In my 10-year marriage, nothing changed. A man physically and mentally abused me and was getting away with it. I lived with this man for 15 years and knew all I needed to know. No one cared. As long as you lie with a straight face, you can get whatever you want. I had clear-cut evidence, including the photos, showing how dangerous this man was. I had text messages that showed what kind of man he was. I had a 3-ring binder full of evidence, but no one would hear my side. They just gave me kids to a dangerous man. For seven years, three of my children started a new journey, some of them with my grandchildren. All of them without me being a part of their lives enough to say so, decisions, successes, and failures. But one daughter has risen through life, is pursuing higher education, and inspired me to keep pushing. Then, family and friends gave me the final push. One that will not be popular with those who thought they got away with an attempt to ruin my life. This is not the preface to a book. This is the opening of the 3-ring binder
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