Marie E.
Diamond Member
I am not good at communicating well, but I will give it a try. I got into a abusive relationship starting when I left my parents home. I met a guy online who was from Canada. I wanted to escape living with my parents at age 18. It didn't help that I already had my share of mental issues. I will call my abusive ex N. N was older than me by 15 yrs or so and I didn't know at the time that he targeted young adult women over the internet. We talked back and forth for a year. My parents didn't know him, but knew we spoke. My mother was actually ok to drive me all the way to Vancouver B.C. My dad didn't get to have a say in it, but bought me luggage.
God I was so stupid when I was young! So, my mother drove me and along came my step father and younger brother. We stayed in a few motels along the way as the journey was from Colorado to Vancouver B.C. final destination. Upon crossing the border my step father had to stay in Washington cause of his background (criminal record). I was 18 going on 19. So, than my mother, brother and I met N face to face. He acted decent at the time. We went to the Spaghetti Factory, a restaurant. Sorry, this is hard. I'm finally at a place in my life where I am truly safe to start feeling again and am aware of the memories surfacing. My mother and brother left the next day.
Everything was fine for a week, than the abuse really started physically. In the chat site we met through, a friend asked N how I was as I told my friend where I was going to be. N leaped from his computer and came around the bed I was laying on and choked me with rage on his face. I couldn't breath and I was scared. Afterwards, as I caught my breath, he called me a bitch and said how dare I tell anyone where he lives. (Break).
(If I didn't get this off my chest below, I would of exploded, kinda already did.)
Everything seemed ok at first. How was I to know he would be so cruel to me? I have trouble feeling safe when I am even alone in the present. This man got away with everything in the end, including my kids. And I was treated as the bad person. Not even my older child's forensic interview was considered evidence. Why? Cause it was evidence obtained in America when the crime was supposed to of happened in Canada and the Canadian judge said he couldn't see the video clearly and oh I was "coaching my kids".
God I was so stupid when I was young! So, my mother drove me and along came my step father and younger brother. We stayed in a few motels along the way as the journey was from Colorado to Vancouver B.C. final destination. Upon crossing the border my step father had to stay in Washington cause of his background (criminal record). I was 18 going on 19. So, than my mother, brother and I met N face to face. He acted decent at the time. We went to the Spaghetti Factory, a restaurant. Sorry, this is hard. I'm finally at a place in my life where I am truly safe to start feeling again and am aware of the memories surfacing. My mother and brother left the next day.
Everything was fine for a week, than the abuse really started physically. In the chat site we met through, a friend asked N how I was as I told my friend where I was going to be. N leaped from his computer and came around the bed I was laying on and choked me with rage on his face. I couldn't breath and I was scared. Afterwards, as I caught my breath, he called me a bitch and said how dare I tell anyone where he lives. (Break).
(If I didn't get this off my chest below, I would of exploded, kinda already did.)
Everything seemed ok at first. How was I to know he would be so cruel to me? I have trouble feeling safe when I am even alone in the present. This man got away with everything in the end, including my kids. And I was treated as the bad person. Not even my older child's forensic interview was considered evidence. Why? Cause it was evidence obtained in America when the crime was supposed to of happened in Canada and the Canadian judge said he couldn't see the video clearly and oh I was "coaching my kids".