Remember this post???
Well, here is the first installment of my “book”. A lot of the information comes from my biological mother’s mom (in the form of a letter to me) and the rest from my memory and information gathered from my biological father. Whether or not I actually pursue this is still a question in my mind but we’ll see what happens…
These writings are true facts and incidents; it is the true story of how God took a little girl and her tragic story of abuse and neglect and transformed her into a woman that knows the miracle forgiveness and rebirth. The facts and incidents recorded in this story come from a letter written by the biological maternal grandmother, the biological father, and the memories of the author of these writings. I pray that whoever reads this story will look past the woman writing it and see the Glory of God shown through her.
At 18 months old or so, my twin sister and I were taken from my biological mother (A.F.), who had custody of us, at the time. I was 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 (G.M.) she was married to at that time sexually abused me and probably my sister, too. I am not sure how long this went on, but within just a few years they divorced and she had us alone for a couple years. She then met 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 and couldn’t take any more and left the home.
I have an older brother, too. I am not quite sure where he was during all of this, 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 can never 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 was that all a lie?
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 her children and therefore we were removed from her care. She was very young. She was married in 1972 at the age of 16 1/2 years old and was pregnant right away with her first child, my brother. J.H. was born May 24, 1973. The man she was married to (my father, J.R.) was no more than 18, himself when they got married and was not ready to be a husband or a father. He was very immature and had a very bad temper.
That’s what I have so far…but there is more to come…
