Just because you love someone enough to marry and build a life together, doesn't mean that a person you're marrying has the same desire!

 Good morning! 

I am going to share more about my story/journey today with you. I know that everyone has a story to tell within themselves, but they may choose to not share it. For me, when I started writing my book I felt as if it was therapeutic. Does it hurt sometimes to relive it, yes does! But writing it down feels as though a weight is being lifted off of my shoulders, and with all that I still have a head of me to face, I could surely use a lighter load to carry!

About a week before I was due to have my baby, my two sons and I were home alone. My husband was gone with his friends, and me and the boys were laying in my bed watching television together. Our apartment was on the first floor, but it was partially underground. So, the windows in our bedroom were very high up on the wall. While you were in bed you could look right out the window between where the window frame and blinds met without lifting your head off the pillow. That night that we were watching television in bed, I noticed something move in the window. I got up to look but there was nothing there. A few minutes later there was a knock at my front door. I thought my husband had forgotten his key. I went to answer the door but no one was there. So I got back on the bed with the kids and continued to watch television. 

A little while later I saw a shadow again and turned my head to see a man bent down looking through my bedroom window at me and my children. My heart began to beat as if it were going to beat out of my chest! I was terrified, I didn’t know what to do. I was afraid that if I acted in a panic that he would break the window and come in and hurt us or worse. So I didn’t move for a few minutes. I tried to calm myself, then I thought get up and turn on the light and act like you are getting something from your closet maybe that will scare him to be seen and he will leave. So I got up and turned on the light, moved stuff around the closet and then turned the light back off. When I set back down on the bed I could see that he was still there. 

Now I was getting even more nervous. If this guy doesn’t care that I know he is there, he isn’t afraid of getting caught so he could do anything at this point. So I asked my oldest son to go get me our phone. I didn’t want to leave the boys in the room alone, and thought if I took them both with me that he would bust through the window. After David brought me the phone I called my husband's friends trying to reach him. But everyone said they didn’t know where he was or hadn’t seen him. So I called my dad. I thought the guy at my window could hear me talking on the phone because I could hear him breathing through the window. I didn’t want him to hear me tell my dad that I had seen him, so I told my dad that I thought I was going into labor, couldn’t reach my husband, and asked him if he could come pick me and the kids up. My dad said that he would be right over. 

After my dad picked us up and we were safely away from the apartment I called the police. They went over to the apartment and walked around the building but they found nothing. My dad allowed us to stay at his house for the night. After he took me back home the next day, my front door had been kicked in, and our TV was stolen. In addition, everything on my husband’s side of the closet had been rummaged through. Still no sign of my husband. I decided to call the police again and file a report. I also talked to the apartment manager to let them know what happened and that I didn’t feel safe being there with my children. Later that day my husband came home. Needless to say we had a huge blow up. I was furious about him just disappearing and that we were home alone and some creeper was looking in at us. He didn’t seem to care what I had to say. 

A few days later the police showed up at our apartment wanting to speak to him. I was told that he was a suspect in a burglary and they had questions for him. My husband went out to speak to them. He was sitting in the parking lot of our apartment in their unmarked car for what seemed like hours. When he finally came inside I tried to find out what was going on. But all he told me was that he hadn’t done anything. A few nights later he was arrested for burglary and selling drugs, and I went into labor. My father-in-law paid my husband’s bond to get him out of jail since I was in labor. My in-laws kept my two older boys while I was delivering my third child.

I will stop my entry for now. Thank you for taking time out of your day to read part of my journey!