Just a little fine tuning of “the book”…I know it’s very similar to what i already had, but humor me!! Let me know what you think after reading the new version…please! =)
These writings are true facts and incidents. This is the true story of how God took me, once a little girl with a tragic story of abuse and neglect and transformed me into a woman with a new life story full of unconditional love, forgiveness and rebirth. The facts and incidents recorded in this story come from a letter written by my biological maternal grandmother, my biological father, whom I have just recently been in contact with after he gave me up for adoption 27 years ago and my very own memories. My prayer is that whoever reads this story will look past me and see the Glory of God shown through my story.
PREFACE
When I was about 18 months old, my twin sister and I were taken away from my biological mother (A.F.), who had custody of us at the time. I was told, pretty accurately, as far as I can tell given the information I have now, that my mother was very negligent in caring for us and therefore we were removed from her care. We were then put in the custody of my biological father. He sexually and physically abused us until we were almost 8, or so I thought. My sister and I were then placed with and eventually adopted by a woman (D.M.) that had been my babysitter. The man she was married to at that time (G.M.) sexually abused me and probably my sister, too. I am not sure exactly how long this went on, but after just a few years, they divorced and she raised us on her own for a couple years. She then met my adoptive father (L.B.) and married him (making her D.B.) when I was 9 or 10 and they both adopted us. They both physically and emotionally abused me until just recently (I am now 35) to some extent, but most of the damage was inflicted when I lived in their home, until I was 17, couldn’t take any more and left the home.
I have an older brother, too. I am not quite sure where he was during the time I was with my biological mother and father, but I learned after speaking with my biological father that he suffered from extensive emotional problems and was in and out of boy’s homes where he was treated for said condition, so that would be my best guess. I do know that later on, he was adopted by adoptive mother’s dad and step-mom. So, we grew up in the same town, attended the same schools, but didn’t live in the same house. Our adoptive parents wanted us to call him “Uncle” but we refused, he was our brother and always would be in our eyes.
I myself didn’t and still don’t have much of a memory when it comes to my early childhood or any of my childhood, for that matter, early or otherwise. I remember bits and pieces of places we lived and people we knew, but that’s about the extent of it. Probably too much there that I don’t want to remember, I suppose. For that reason, I relied heavily on what I was told about what happened with my biological parents. Mostly, though, I relied on what my adoptive mother told me. The problem with that is, she is a habitual liar and I couldn’t, and still can’t ever know if what she is telling me is fact or fiction. This was only a small problem until I realized that I didn’t really know what happened to me as a child because I had no memory of my own. I was left wondering if my father was really this monster my adoptive mother told us about or if it had all been a lie.
Again, this is all I have for now, but there is more to come as I get it all sorted out…
