Law Enforcement & Domestic Violence

I am a part of a lot of different Domestic Violence support groups on Facebook and I have been noticing a constant trend-lack of a relationship/trust with police.

Now, let it be clear that I am a major supporter of law enforcement, I am in no way bashing them, but I think there needs to be some changes in our laws.

My personal experience with a Sheriff after my attack wasn’t the best. The sheriff  was parked on my street when I returned home from my first post op. This sheriff came up to me and was very rude. He wouldn’t look me in the eye. He made me feel as though I was waisting his time. Huffing and puffing. When I was asked to show him my arms I complied, he said the bruising was gone-of course it was, it had been at least 14 days since the attack. He went through my phone. I felt judged, looked down upon, and ashamed. I was re-victimized. When asked if I wanted to press charges I said yes. He informed me that its up to the DA if the charges stick or not, and that he would go and talk to R and get his side of the story. He had me sign a medical release form and handed me this pamphlet with domestic violence information. There was no compassion, he never asked me if I felt safe, or if I was okay. I called the officer repeatedly trying to see if he had ever received my medical records, that was where the abuse was noted the most and it wouldn’t be a case of “he said/she said”. That officer never returned my phone calls and never received my medical records resulting in R getting a misdemeanor charge and a probation violation. Thats a slap on the wrist for causing my child and I to almost die in my opinion.

I see in the support groups how these woman are already so fragile, we have had our world rocked, we are beaten down emotionally and physically so bad that we don’t know what to do, who to trust, what the next step should be. We call 911 in fear for our lives knowing the risk it puts us in if the abuser hears us doing so. 1/3 of female homicides are because of their partner.

Now on the law enforcement side of things, their hands are tied. I can only imagine the weight their jobs carry weigh on them. Seeing such horrible things. They are trained to not have an emotional reaction to the situations they are called to respond to, so at some point the compassion has to leave them. When we call for help its when we are frantic, in fear for our lives, its their job to stay calm and diffuse the situation at hand. We as DV survivors know how horrible DV situations are. These calls are one of the most dangerous calls police officers respond to-22% of in line of duty deaths were from DV calls.

In order for the police to do anything there needs to be signs of abuse (bruising, broken objects, fear for your life) or written/recorded threats. The officers will make an arrest if there are signs of physical abuse, however you can make a citizens arrest if the bruising is gone (this needs to be said more). There is a new law to remove all firearms from the home. They must make an arrest if there is any violation of  a protective order. They must offer an emergency protective order which lasts for 5 days, the victim receives it right then and there, it is then the victims responsibility to move forward and get a long term protective order in place. In the case of there being marks on both parties the police officer must identify the aggressor and arrest that person. They must carry out a full investigation (medical records, witness statements, 911 phone call, pictures of injuries/scene of crime).

Statistics show that a domestic violence victim goes back to the abuser on average 8 times. That breaks my heart. If you are abused on a daily basis, imagine how many punches will be thrown, how many more broken bones to be had, and how much more the abuser will beat down the victim emotionally. Completely crippling them. Not to mention the risk of retaliation resulting in the murder of the victim, because they called the police for help.

What needs to change is what steps are taken when the abuse starts-verbally. Most domestic violence survivors will tell you about the verbal abuse first. How the perfect man turned into a monster. These abuser tell us how amazing we are, start buying us things, being prince charming. Then slowly they beat us down, tell us how ugly we are, worthless, Bitches/Sluts, controlling us, taking our friends away, then our family until the only person we have left is them. Verbal abuse is a huge form of domestic violence. I can tell you the words and way R destroyed my self esteem was way worse than any physical abuse he did to me. Bruises heal, words stick with you forever.

Domestic Violence restraining orders/protective orders need to protect more than just physical abuse victims. The judges need to approve the cases of verbal abuse too.  If we can prevent the verbal abuse from continuing maybe we can prevent the future physical abuse from happening.



Peace is defined as freedom from disturbance, quiet or tranquility

It is something I never realized was taken from me.

When I was with R every day I walked on egg shells. Afraid to mess up. Afraid to of what I was walking into after work. I was terrified to mess up or upset him. When you are with an abusive man for a long period of time you start to get used to it. The knots in your stomach and weight on your chest becomes a part of you.

I will never forget my first birthday after leaving R. It was almost 7 months after Beau was born and ending of our relationship. For the first time in years I didn’t have to worry about him getting drunk. I didn’t have to worry about a fight breaking out and getting pushed around or told how worthless I was. I felt like I could finally breathe. Of course I always am in fear. I am in Hawaii with my family on vacation and I was still afraid to sleep with my window open. Over a thousand miles away from home and I still am afraid he will find me, or happen to be here on vacation. BUT as I sit here and watch that gorgeous sunset I feel at peace. I can be free to be who I am. I can laugh and relax.  Have fun with my son and make amazing memories. See my child with my grandmother and sisters. See him make memories with my mom and dad. He might not have a father of his own, but he sure as hell is surrounded by the most amazing family who loves him. He will never have to feel the stress or anxiety of being around his sperm donor. Beau will only know peace. And that is a trade off I’m more than willing to make.

Love from Hawaii,



A letter to my abusers family…

Dear _____,

When I first met you guys, I knew your family was different than mine. My family is very involved in each others lives, loving, and outgoing. I thought maybe the emotional disconnect was because R was your son, maybe it was the way some addicts keep a wall up before letting someone completely in, or maybe it was because you knew what your son was capable of.

I don’t blame you guys for the abuse. R’s mother has reached out to me and made her peace, which I completely respect and appreciate. She even told me that my speaking out is helping her heal from the damage that monster caused. She let me know “As the mother of your abuser, I believe you.” That for me was HUGE!  When she reached out to contact me, my parents were very hesitant on what she had to say. Her email couldn’t have been any better or more genuine. It meant the world to me to hear that someone from his family actually believed me and supports my mission. This letter isn’t for her. Its for the other two.

I do blame the two of you for so much more. I blame you for not trying to help your alcoholic son more. I know the addict needs to want the help, but with the two of you being sober I thought you would have tried harder. I blame you for treating him like a cash cow when he came home from Afghanistan, that made me pity him. I blame you for being the fakest people on the planet. You sat there and watched my mother and father sob after being told that their daughter was going to possibly die due to the abuse your son inflicted and you didn’t do a damn thing. You didn’t comfort them, you didn’t apologize, you didn’t try to help in anyway. You just stood there. My mother fought for you to be able to see my son in the NICU. My father gave up his opportunity to see Beau in the NICU in order to give you a spot to see him and that is how you repay her? I had the nurses caring for my premature son call me and let me know how uncomfortable you were making them feel. You made them feel unsafe because you were throwing fits over my child having my last name.

You then had the audacity to text me and ask to see my child. Against my better judgement I allowed you to. How did you thank me? By serving me custody papers. All I asked of your son was to be sober for a period of time longer than the usual 5 days. Then, in court while I sat there frozen in fear with my attorney, you sat up next to that monster of a child you raised as if you were his legal help. Last time I checked you have a cosmetology  certificate, not a law degree. You coached your son on all of the right things to do. Go start in parenting classes, go to AA, and use his PTSD as a way to make the judge pity him.

One would think that you would have caused enough damage, but you didn’t stop there. You decided to tell this whole town that I was a liar. I understood at first, who would want to admit their son was such a piece of crap, but at some point you should admit I am telling the truth. Its been 3 years. You say that I don’t allow you to see “your grandchild”.  You have never asked. I even asked you for R’s address to have him served and you responded with calling my son “drama” and “that mess”.

So don’t you dare try and tarnish my reputation or my families reputation. Unlike your family, mine is supportive. They welcomed me back after the alienation your son caused. They love Beau. They are extremely proud of everything I have accomplished and getting my story out. They are proud of how far I have come with healing from the damage R caused and most of all they are proud of the mother AND father I am.

The truth will always prevail. The good guy will always win. My family has won and most of all, Beau and I have won.


Dating an Abusive Man.

I know I said I would be sharing the answers from my family this week, and I know this blog post is late. The truth is my family is still so hurt and affected by the abuse that it is hard for them to relive it. They need some more time so HOPEFULLY I will have their answers next week for you guys.

All of this has made me realize a few things, some I knew already and some I didn’t. I already knew how much this monster hurt and ruined the old me. I knew how I lived in fear everyday, how I walked on egg shells, and how I was always afraid for the next blow up. I didn’t realize how much what I went through hurt my friends, more so because I didn’t tell them.

When you are dating an abusive man you are manipulated to believe that every abusive incident is because of something you did. I am sorry I lied to all of you. I am sorry that I didn’t reach out and ask for help. I was in denial of my own life. I would walk into work and put a smile on. I would see my friends(when I was able to) and I would say everything was fine, they had no idea that the night before there was a huge blow up.

When you are dating an abusive man you are constantly told how ugly and worthless you are. You’re groomed into believing that you are a horrible person. You start to believe that even if you did come forward, nobody would believe you, or that you would never have the chance to get help-he would kill you first. I can’t even begin to explain the brainwashing that goes on.  R made me into a different person. I probably will never go back to the girl I was before, which I am almost thankful for. I will never be a victim again, I will never be controlled again, and I will never lose myself again. I look back at pictures of me when I was with him and you can just see that there is no light behind my eyes. I was dead inside.

When you are dating an abusive man you are dating a coward. You don’t realize this because they gain control of you by taking away your self worth, self confidence, and self respect. I would never have been with someone who loved a bottle more than he loved me. I was abused multiple times over throwing out alcohol or getting caught pouring it out. I wouldn’t have ever stayed with someone who called me the horrible names he did. Someone who threatened my life, threatened my unborn child’s life, and someone who physically abused me on a regular basis. He felt like such a coward that he  had to ruin me to make him feel better.

When you are dating an abusive man you question everyone around you. I don’t trust very many people now. I don’t believe the words people tell me, only actions. I don’t put up with any crap from anyone, which is good and bad. Good because I know that I will never be hurt again. Bad because it can get exhausting, being so skeptical of every person that comes into your life. If you cross me once you wont get a second chance to. I look for red flags in any man I date. Any signs of addictive behaviors, I look at how they act when they are frustrated, how they treat others around them, how they treat their family.

However, dating an abusive man made me stronger. It made my family closer than ever. I lost a lot of friends, but realized who my true friends were. I have been in counseling for over 2 years, forced to relive the abuse I endured in order to overcome it. I had to build myself back up. I am getting me back. My smile, my happiness, my strength. Of course I am still afraid to go to certain restaurants and places in town, but every time I conquer those fears I feel empowered.

Because of that abusive man I realized what my reason for living is. I have a mission to change the stigma of who domestic violence victims are, change the laws and protocols there are on domestic violence, and a mission to change lives.



Domestic Violence effects more than just the survivor cont…

As I had spoke about last week, domestic violence effects way more than just the victim/survivor. It effects anyone who cares about them. They have to see you hurt, suffer, and continue to go back to the abuse.

I asked two of my other best friends to answer the same questions(listed below) and I am going to share their answers!! MM and DM.

  1. How did my experience effect how you approach relationships? If at all?
  2. Did you have any idea I was being abused?
  3. If you had any idea, what signs of abuse did I show?
  4. What would you tell the old me?
  5. Has my experience changed your life? Good or bad?
  6. What would you tell a family member/friend of a person currently being abused?
  7. If you could say anything to my abuser what would you say?


  1. How did my experience effect how you approach relationships? If at all?

    MM: “It has made me think and understand if that ever is a situation I get into that there is help and was to get out before it is too late.”

  1. Did you have any idea I was being abused?

    MM:” I had no idea and that is the most heartbreaking part for me. You are one of my best friends, I should have known something wasn’t right.”

  2. If you had any idea, what signs of abuse did I show?

    MM:”Again, to me that is the most heartbreaking  because I didn’t see any signs. It’s one of the hardest things to grasp because I saw you everyday at work and didn’t think your sickness day after day was caused by the person you went home to every night.”

  3. What would you tell the old me?

    MM:”If I would have known what I know now I would have never dropped you off with him everyday after work. I would have done everything in my power to let you know you can get out.”

  4. Has my experience changed your life? Good or bad?

    MM:”The biggest way that your experience changed my life is that you are still with us today. I don’t know what I would have done if you or your sweet boy were taken from us because of this monster, but you were stronger and you are still here blessing this world every day.”

  5. What would you tell a family member/friend of someone who is currently being abused?

    MM:”Sadly, this isn’t the only time I have been faced with a friend in an abusive relationship and I know nothing will sink in until that person is ready for it to. If anything were to tap pen to these loved ones I would want to know I tried everything I could to let them know there is a way out before it is too late.”

  6. If you could say anything to my abuser, what would you say?

    MM: “To be honest I hope I never see you again in my life and ever if I do, I don’t know if there would be many words, if you know what I mean. Honestly, I don’t think anything I would say would do anything and thats why I would rather have it all speak for itself. You lost…You lost the best thing that could have ver happened to you for what? Look at her now, she was stronger than you, she fought for her life and has gained more than you will ever see in this lifetime.”


  1. How did my my experience effect how you approach relationships? If at all?

    DM:”I always pay attention to how someone talks to me, how they talk to others. How they speak to me if they are upset. I want to know about their background a little bit. Really get to know someone and not fall for bullshit.”

  2. Did you have any idea I was being abused?

    DM:”No and it seriously breaks my heart. I can’t believe that for two years she went through this and I had NO idea. I warned her before they started dating of his past and when they did have fights I just tried to be here for her and let her vent. I remember the day Momma D called me and told me what was going on. I lived in sacramento at the time and asked her if I should come to the hospital and she told me no. I need to try to talk to Alyssa and help her realize what a monster R is. She was in complete denial. I remember asking her what she thought was going on and Alyssa just being devastated that she couldn’t talk to R. We texted and she finally opened up and let me know what was going on. And the only thing I could do was be there for her and pray she didn’t go back.”

  3. If you had any idea, what signs of abuse did I show?

    DM: “I really had NO idea.”

  4. What would you tell me old me?

    DM:”Honestly, Ive always known you to never put up with shit so I am surprised you did. But I am shocked that you never spoke up because we tell each other everything, good and bad.”

  5. Has my experience changed your life? Good or bad?

    DM:”It has had a huge impact on my outlook with relationships. You made me realize what I was going through and that I was in a verbal/emotionally abusive relationship. That a man should never scream or talk at me, or talk down on me because he is mad. But also vice versa. It goes both ways. I realized I was in a toxic relationship, everyone told me for months but it took me realizing it my self to see it and take initiative to end it and remove all negativity from my life. Since then I know what I deserve and what I will stand for and what I want in a man. People should never curse at each other and should always treat each other with respect, once you lose that boundary your relationship means nothing.”

  6. What would you tell a family member/friend of a person currently being abused?

    DM: “I would be here for them and help them in any way I could. You can’t just tell someone to leave a person…you push that person away and it leaves open doors for them to go back to their abuser because you were too hard on them.”

  7. If you could say anything to my abuser, what would you say?

    DM:”You know…he reached out to me a few months ago and I flat out told him I had nothing to say to him. He knows what he did was wrong and he has to live with it for the rest of his life. He can say anything but I know who he is and what he did to my best friend. I have seen how much it has effected her. She had also grown so much and is so strong to be telling her story in order to change the world. R you suck, you ignited Alyssa’s fire…she is going to do great things.”

Next week will be my families answers, it should be a really great one to read!!

Domestic violence effects more than just the survivor…

I can tell you for a fact that I have the most amazing support system. My family is extremely encouraging, uplifting, and understanding of my experience with domestic violence, but that doesn’t mean it was always that way. After getting out of the abusive relationship with R I was still so broken and weak. I wanted to go back to him. I wanted my relationship to work. I wanted a father for my son. I was not in the right mind, emotional state, or mentally strong enough to make any decisions. I became extremely angry, confrontational, and at first I was definitely in denial that I was even abused. I thought that if I just kept pushing those horrible memories and feelings down that they would eventually just go away.

Domestic Violence didn’t just effect me. It hurt my family and friends. Very often you hear of these amazing stories of the survivors, but you don’t ever hear how the people around  the domestic violence survivors were effected. I couldn’t imagine what I put my family and friends through. The constant worry, pushing them away, the fake smiles and stories I gave them. I will always be changed because of what happened to me. I didn’t walk out in the driveway alone for over 2 years, I still sleep with my lights on, I still have major fears and anxiety. I won’t go to certain parts of town. I am always looking over my shoulder. All of these things effect my support system as well. They all almost lost a daughter, sister, and best friend because of domestic violence. They all had to see me unresponsive, getting blood transfusions, after multiple surgeries. They had to be told that I may not survive. They saw me at the weakest point I have ever been in my life. They are victims in this mess also.  I had my closure the minute that R’s parental rights were taken away. I think my loved ones are more than deserving of a chance to get their own closure with what happened not only to me, but to THEM. That is what I am going to be sharing with you guys for the next few weeks. I asked my family and 3 of my best friends to answer 7 questions.

  1. How did my experience effect how you approach relationships? If at all?
  2. Did you have any idea I was being abused?
  3. If you had any idea, what signs of abuse did I show?
  4. What would you tell the old me?
  5. Has my experience changed your life? Good or bad?
  6. What would you tell a family member/friend of a person currently being abused?
  7. If you could say anything to my abuser what would you say?

Tonight I will be sharing my friend KM’s response.

  1. How did my experience effect how you approach relationships? If at all?

    KM: “I think that it makes me look at how I escalate fights in my own relationships and it makes me want better. I am more aware of unhealthy relationships and how to deal with them.”

  2. Did you have any idea I was being abused?

    KM: “I didn’t know how far it has went but I knew he lied a lot and drank way too much. “

  3. If you had any idea, what signs of abuse did I show?

    KM: “You definitely made a lot of excuses as to why he wasn’t helping you more financially/emotionally and all of a sudden you were never available to hangout.”

  4. What would you tell the old me?

    KM: “You deserve better, I would have done anything to help you leave sooner. “

  5. Has my experience changed your life? Good or bad?

    KM: “Well it brought Beau into all of our lives and he’s such a happy kid! I can’t imagine life without him.”

  6. What would you tell a family member/friend of a person currently being abused?

    KM: “Leave, get out. It can’t be worse than what you are going through. Then I’d give them your number as a tool to help them get through it.”

  7. If you could say anything to my abuser what would you say?

    KM: “F**k you, you could have had it all. I hope it was worth it.”

Next week I will be sharing another friend’s answers!! Please if anyone you know is going through any abuse urge them to get help or at the very least talk to someone about it. I was extremely good at putting on the happy face and covering up the bruises. You NEVER know who is being abused. If you are being abused you can contact me on here or on my website and it emails me directly! I will ALWAYS answer and be there to talk to you. You are never alone.

Life after Domestic Violence…

Life after domestic violence is almost as scary as being in the abusive relationship. I am not sure of where all my readers are from but I live in a very small town of roughly around 5,000 people. Everyone knows everyone else’s business. That means everyone in this town has probably heard what happened to me. Let’s not forget that my abusers family lives 4 miles away. I have seen them out at the grocery store, I bank right across the street from their business, and we also used have some mutual friends. Since we live in such a small town it is extremely hard to keep my son’s life private as well. I have had someone I considered family take pictures of Beau and send them to my abusers family, against a court order.

There are so many rumors I have heard about myself that you wouldn’t believe. I have heard that I lied about my abuse, sorry but medical records, text messages, and pictures do not lie. I have also heard that I keep my son away from his “grandparents”. The only time I have ever heard from my abusers parents was when I was being served in my home, and when his actual mother emailed me. I have also heard that I kept Beau from his father. I wouldn’t have ever done that, even with the abuse. That is his father, I can not change that. I didn’t file a motion for abandonment until a little over a year after ZERO contact. Then R decided to give up his parental rights after numerous no shows in court. He never sent Beau a birthday card, never called to check on him, and never paid a dime in child support.

If you have ever been in an abusive relationship you more than likely have PTSD from the situation. I, to this day, am constantly looking over my shoulder, sit facing any entrance to the restaurant I am in, and even do laps around the parking lot before I enter a place to lessen the chance of running into them or him. In the times that I have run into them I get a death stare, not an apology. Which then brings the guilt right back. Feeling as though what happened was my fault.

Dating after domestic violence is a whole other story. It is terrifying. I have been in counseling for over 2 years to try and learn the behaviors an abuser has but you can still never be 100% sure. You have to worry about the motives of the man you are seeing. Is he seeing me out of pity? Is he seeing me to say he went out with me? Is he actually interested in a meaningful relationship, not just sex? If you have been abused you have had your heart and brain completely wrecked, your trust level is the lowest it can possibly be, and you have extremely low self-esteem. That makes you easy pray for any man to take advantage of you. Knowing that I have my walls up so high it’d take an olympic pole vaulter to even reach them. I really have to think if this man is worth me putting my heart out there again. I can tell you one thing, if you are dating a girl who has been abused in any way (emotionally, verbally, physically) and she actually likes you, its the best kind of love you will ever find. We know what its like to be torn down so we will always be lifting you up. We know what its like to have your trust broken so we will never lie. We know what its like to be treated like dirt so we will treat you like gold. Domestic Violence Survivor’s are the strongest and most courageous human beings I know. They had the strength to leave a situation that crippled them, built themselves back up, and came back stronger than ever before. They need to feel respected and loved, appreciated, and communicated with.

Life after domestic violence is definitely scary, but at least you are safe. You have one life to live. Do you want to spend it living in fear every day? Worrying about how long the next bruise will take to heal? What lie you are going to tell your family when they ask why you can’t come over, Or do you want to spend your life owning it. I am so proud of my journey and my scars. I took something that should have killed me and turned it into my mission. A Survivor’s Mission. I am going to change how this world views domestic violence victims, I am going to give every girl the chances I had to have a career, education, and counseling services, and I am going to try my hardest to change the domestic violence laws here in CA. For anyone who doubts me, sit back and watch.

The Abuse Log.

This weeks blog post is a little risky. I have debated about sharing this information since I started this blog, but it is a huge part of my story and you all deserve to know. My mom kept a log of every time I called her crying, every time I reached out for her to come help with this monster, but in reality these were the times that she KNEW about. There are 18 events on this 10 page typed up log, but to save peoples time I will only share some of them and try and organize them by month. It was given to the sheriff when he came to see my bruises and take a police report. The sad part was that these events weren’t even the big ones, besides the day I gave birth of course. This is the reality of domestic violence, you keep secrets, you keep the abuse to yourself because you are so embarrassed and ashamed. It is a long read but please read until the very end. These are directly from my moms writing:

June 2012- Shortly after moving in together Alyssa finds out that R has cheated on her. She is devastated and believes him when he said he was sorry and it wouldn’t happen again. 6/23/12 Alyssa goes to bart with R and his friends. R’s friend calls me Alyssa was hysterically crying because she had been maced by 2 girls on BART. R was drunk and started a fight with the girls, they retaliated by going after Alyssa. She was temporarily blinded.

July-Sep 2012- Alyssa still calls me 2-3x a week crying to please come and help her try and talk to R because he is drunk again. He has tried to get more alcohol or caused a huge fight, physically pushed her, punched a hole in the wall, verbally assaulted her, or broken something in rage.

August 2012-Alyssa and R go to SF for the day. Again an issue with R and alcohol. In a rage R has broken the key fab that opens and locks her Mustang.

Dec 2012-The same phone calls continue, to the point where I am afraid to go to sleep at night. In his rages he says horrible things to Alyssa. Says he hates her, she makes him drink, he would chose alcohol over her. 12/7/12-12/8/12- Alyssa calls me hysterically crying again. R has slammed her head into the ground and held her down. He is going crazy and wants to kill himself. She said he has held a knife to his neck and that he has cuts on his wrists from the knife. I told her to call 911 but she is afraid he will get in trouble. He is twitching and looks crazy. He is still drinking it is 3am. One minute he is saying he loves Alyssa the next he is saying he hates her and hopes she dies. I called R’s dad no answer. I tried to call VA hospitals and the hotlines, closed. Next afternoon to VA in palo alto. The person asks him some questions, one stands out in my mind. They asked if he ever thought about homicide, he says yes. His BAC was tested, still over legal limit. He looses it and gets really angry. The doctors and nurses are in fear for their safety and have a security guard watching.

1/7/13- Michael and I go to palm desert for the weekend. Alyssa and R were staying at my house to help with her sisters. They are fighting all the time. R decides he is going to go out drinking and he stays out close to 3am. Sets off our house alarm. The fighting continues, a neighbor sees it in the street and is really conceded for Alyssa’s well being and doesn’t think Alyssa is safe in the relationship she is in. R also lost his job.

June-July 2013-Alyssa finds out she is pregnant and is really sick. R’s behavior of getting drunk and going out continues. Alyssa has been vomiting for a few days, fever, severe headache, she just doesn’t feel right. I pick her up and take her to the hospital. She is severely dehydrated and needed potassium. Her potassium is low enough that she could have had a heart attack. They would like to admit her but Alyssa wants to leave. I am sure she is afraid R will go out and party all night. 7/8/13 R is out partying all night. Calling bars, friends, girls, limo services, bart, and hotels. R doesn’t come home.

August 2013- We go to Pebble Beach with friends for the weekend. Alyssa calls me hysterically crying 8/3/13. R has again gone out on a drinking binge and said hurtful things. He hates her, hates the baby, he doesn’t want to be a dad, hopes the baby dies, hopes she dies. Alyssa is devastated by his behavior.

September 2013- R started a construction college and came home for the weekend. He is drunk again. Alyssa calls me. She has locked herself in the bathroom. She is scared. She is hiding in the bathroom to keep him away from her. She says she has never seen him like this. I can hear him screaming and pounding on the door. He is telling her he hates her, hates the baby, hopes the baby is born retarded and that it dies, he hates Alyssa and hopes she dies too.

We talk to Alyssa tell her its time to move on. We told her we would look for a place on the golf course for her and we would help her.

Oct-Dec 2013-I know there are issues between them, I can see it by looking at the phone bill. R hasn’t changed. The only thing that has changed is Alyssa has distanced herself from us. Even though we live right by her we barely see her.

Dec 2013- Looking through text messages now (Jan 2014) I can see R is staying out all night, buying and selling drugs, calling other girls. R is also taking Alyssa’s car without asking. We see Alyssa for thanksgiving and Christmas. She looks very unhappy and sad. She has only gained 10lbs during her pregnancy. On Christmas Eve R complains of a headache, I go to their home to check on him. He begs me to call 911, paramedics repeatedly ask him if he has taken anything R insists he hasn’t. I invite Alyssa and R over for New Years, she says she is too tired.

Jan 2014- Alyssa leaves work early on 1/2/14. She says she is vomiting, feeling chilled, and just not right. I check in on her over the weekend, she says no R is taking care of her. She texts me then calls me the morning of 1/6/14- She said she is bleeding vaginally and she isn’t sure what is going on. I tell her to call her doctor, he tells her to go to Labor and Delivery. When I get to Alyssa’s she looks horrible. I can tell she is in pain and hurts to move. She has no coloring and has dark circles under her eyes. There is A LOT of blood in both toilets. I told her I need to call 911 and cannot drive her. I see texts from R telling Alyssa she is fine and nothing is wrong with her. Fire and paramedics arrive. The paramedic tries 5 times to get an IV in Alyssa but she is too dehydrated and she is extremely swollen. They check Alyssa’s blood sugar and it was 37, they tell me to give her some orange juice. Alyssa is transported to Sutter in labor and bleeding. Her due date is February 20, 2014. On January 6,2014 Alyssa goes into the OR for an emergency C section due to a placental abruption. At 3pm she has a baby boy weighing 4lbs 2.3oz. 17 inches long. Alyssa goes back to her room. R is there briefly and leaves with his father at 5:30pm, saying he would be back shortly. When he wasn’t back by 8 my husband texted R as well as my daughter Samantha. R finally arrives back at the hospital around 9:40pm. He is clearly agitated and hostile. I ask him if he has had dinner yet, He snaps back at me “No! I haven’t. Everyone has been fucking calling or texting me and won’t leave me alone!” I explained that Alyssa was asking for him. Alyssa is vomiting blood. I was helping the nurse take care of her. The nurse asked R if he knew Alyssa was vomiting blood at home. He said yes for a couple days. The nurse asks why he didn’t take her to get help. He was getting more agitated by the nurses questions. He started getting nasty with the nurse. Samantha told him to calm down and not cause a scene. He shoots up and backs her into Samantha into a corner, calling her “a little fucking bitch”. The nurse came rushing in and asked if there was a problem, Samantha said yes! Him. He grabbed his stuff and left. Hospital security was notified they looked for R but he had left. The staff informed us that they suspected Alyssa was a victim of domestic violence. They told us that they had documented bruising on her, arm, hips, and thighs. They asked Alyssa but she denied any issues. They said to protect Alyssa R would be banned from the hospital. They changed Alyssa and Beau’s ID bands. I was given the father band. Alyssa and the baby were taken off the hospital census. They moved her room two more times for her safety. R texted Alyssa around 12am on 1/7/14 saying “SORRY” 5o minutes later he texted her “U R SOL NOW”. The staff informed me that they suspected a traumatic injury caused Alyssa’s placental abruption and social services were notified.

Alyssa suddenly took a turn for the worse. She had pancreatitis, elevated liver enzymes, elevated WBC, tachycardia, a fever. She was extremely swollen and in a lot of pain. Needed oxygen. Alyssa continued to get worse they contacted her doctors at CPMC and they had a bed for her and wanted her transferred to them. Alyssa required 2 units of blood before she could be moved. Arriving at CPMC on 1/8/14 the nurses kept having to run her sternum and pinch her chest to get any response from her.

1/9/14-Medical tests were ordered for Alyssa. An endoscopy with ultrasound was ordered to look at her esophagus for bleeding.The dr said he has never see burns like hers, I said she had vomited her entire pregnancy, He compared it to chemical burns and asked if anyone had given her anything to poison her. A chest x ray was ordered, Alyssa had a pleural effusion. CT scan ordered Alyssa had fluid around her spleen and kidney, a hematoma, cysts or abscesses on her left kidney, retained placenta, swelling in her intestines, Alyssa was still out of it. They were giving her antibiotics, magnesium, and potassium through her IV, and Oxygen.

1/10/14- Alyssa had another CT with an aspiration to drain the hematoma on her left kidney. Alyssa continued to need antibiotics, round the clock blood draws every 4 hours. She was “waking” up today. She started to remember she had a baby and that she was in a different hospital.

1/13/14- Alyssa was medically stable enough for a D&C to remove the retained placenta. When the nurses saw her they couldnt believe she was alive, the doctors said they had a doomsday prediction for her and didn’t think she was going to survive. She went in of the D&C and hemorrhaged during surgery. The doctors had to pack her to stop the bleeding, She needed 2 more units of blood.

1/15/14- Alyssa was discharged from the hospital, first thing she wanted to do was go and see and hold her baby. She had no memory of holding him before she was transported.

1/17/14- Back in ER again for severe bleeding.

1/23-1/24/14 Back in ER again because of her abdomen being distended, severe abdominal pain, left sided back pain, light headedness and just not feeling right.

Two things stand out in my mind throughout this whole ordeal.

  1. I asked Alyssa when was the last time she had sex, She said a couple of days before Beau was born. She also complained her her thighs hurting and vaginal pain when she first got to the hospital. When I asked her again about sex she said things were blurry, she didn’t know the last time she had has sex. How could she have consented to having sex with being as sick as she was?

  2. While she was in the hospital and out of it on 1/8/14 and 1/9/14 she was waving her arms around and pushing me away. Yelling “STOP R! STOP PUSHING ME! R STOP!! I explained to Alyssa that I was not R and was not hurting her. I let her know she was safe. Once she was awake she was afraid of being left alone.

Silence and Shame

I debated on bringing this event up because I didn’t want to give this woman any more attention then she was already getting, but something has to be said. This blog automatically posts to my Facebook on a public setting so anyone who is suffering is able to read in hopes of helping. Another Facebook user commented on my blog post with laughing faces, then saying domestic violence is funny “when it happens to a cu*nt like me.” I did not know this girl, she wasn’t my friend on Facebook. I automatically had this wave of shame and anger come over me. I didn’t share my story publicly for almost 2 years out of fear and embarrassment. My closest friends had no idea of what I was going through, I would go to work, see patients, smile, laugh, none of my coworkers noticed anything. I can’t explain to you the feeling of having to hide this whole other part of your life out of shame and embarrassment. Its like walking around with a 50 ton boulder on your chest. You basically live a double life. Having to take extra time in the morning to cover up bruises or bags under my eyes from being up all night crying. The stress of having to keep my secret. Nobody thinks that they will be a victim. My family didn’t even know what I was going through. I could get into a huge blow out fight minutes before going to their house, but still walk in, swallow my tears, and smile. I did not want to let them down. NO parent wants their child to be a vicim of domestic violence.

I was completely embarrassed. I come from a very strong and tight knit family. We are honest and open with each other. My parents have been married for almost 28 years(I think), my dad has an amazing job, I was never exposed to violence or any major upsets in my childhood. I grew up with tons of friends, I never had to go without, I was always strong physically and emotionally. I wasn’t what you picture a “victim” to be. Maybe that is why it was so hard for anyone to believe, and for me to actually comprehend. It wasn’t until I started counseling 6 months after Beau was born that I actually realized the gravity of what I had been through. That is the exact reason why I started A Survivor’s Mission and blogging with Alyssa’s Story.

I had everything to come back to. I have an amazing support system, counseling, the best doctors to take care of me after I had Beau. I had a career to fall back on. I have became what I hope every victim can be-a survivor. I hope to one day provide counseling to survivors, sponsor them through school, give them a shot at independence. Its people like that girl who commented on my blog post that keep us silent. She fed into my shame 3 years later. If she could do that to me after 2 years of therapy, imagine what others feel. If you are suffering from any form of domestic abuse it is not your fault. You did nothing to deserve it. Coming forward and asking for help doesn’t make you weak, it makes you strong. Don’t let people like that girl keep you quiet. Break your silence. Help is out there. I am always here.




#5 Abandonment

R hadn’t seen or contacted Beau in over a year. I knew he would come back for holidays to see his family, who live about 5 minutes away. It was a constant worry of mine that he would choose this fathers day, this christmas, this birthday to contact the supervisor for a visit. I had never received any child support payments, any birthday cards, presents, nothing. So I met with my attorney to move forward with filing abandonment. In California you can file for abandonment if there has been a period of 12 months with no contact from the other parent. Now came the hard part-tracking R down. Legally I was supposed to have his address, which is a complete joke in my mind. When has he ever done anything by the law? He never followed ANY of the court ordered instructions. Never did any drug/alcohol screenings, didn’t do any of his counseling, didn’t go to any batterer intervention programs. NOTHING. His family never even contacted me to see Beau. But I had to somehow find an address and serve him 10 days prior to the hearing? I had to have my process server serve his mother and father. Then it became their legal responsibility to get it to R.

We went to court. I had the same judge that we have had this whole hearing, which terrified me. He is a very blunt, no bullshit kind of guy. He will talk over attorneys, tell them to shut their mouths, tell you that you are wasting his time. I had no idea whether or not R, his mom, or his step mother and dad would be attending the hearing. My attorney told me this will be a quick case, since he has literally abandoned Beau it wouldn’t be hard to prove it. Shockingly the judge told me I needed to hire an attorney for Beau, prove that Beau would be financially supported if anything were to happen to me, prove that he was in a better financial position with me than he ever would be with is father, I needed to show where Beau lives, go through extensive background checks, and have an interview with a court investigator. I honestly thought I was going to walk out stress free and the case would be closed. I was so angry. I felt as though we are just giving this monster more time to change his mind, more time to get his shit together, and more time to take Beau away from me.

I had the phone interview with the court investigator. She was very sweet. She asked me every detail of the case, including the domestic violence history. I went though it all step by step, the threats, abuse, how I almost died. She also needed to talk to R then would get back with me once she made contact, I wished her luck. R reportedly sounded irritated and confused as to “why so many people were calling him” She explained to him what was going on, he said “I did exactly what I was supposed to do. I walked away.” He stated “I made visitation impossible for him”. The worst comment he made that broke my heart for Beau was he said “I have no fatherly ties to the child.” Let me just make this clear, HE served me with custody papers, HE got awarded visitation, which HE canceled after 2 visits, so how did I ever make him walk away? Playing the victim as usual. The court investigator recommended that R’s parental rights be terminated since he wasn’t fighting for Beau, never paid child support, and didn’t want to come to court. I was extremely relieved, one battle was won. Next up meeting with Beaus attorney.

I met with Beau’s attorney. She seemed very blunt and almost irritated to be meeting with me. She had asked me to bring Beau so that she could see that he is healthy and happy. She kept commenting on how cute he is, saying I should get him modeling. She also said how happy he is, and  said “who wouldn’t want to be a part of that little boys life.” We went into her office. She grilled me for about an hour, asking me all about my relationship with R, his past, my past, and the abuse. She actually got teary eyed when I described the abuse, my delivery, and the trauma R caused. I got emotional talking about all of the details and saying how much I love Beau and just want what is best for him and his safety. After the hour long session she said she had talked to R. I was anxious as hell thinking about what he said. She stated that R isn’t going to fight my petition and said he doesn’t want any parental rights to Beau-“He just wanted it over with”. THANK GOD that was over with, now we just needed to go back to court to make the ruling final, but R could still change his mind.

We went back to court AGAIN. Same judge, same court reporter, even the same sheriff. My attorney said he would probably call me first or save me for last since it is an easy case. Of course we went last. I don’t think my heart has ever pounded so loudly since the very first court date. I have never prayed like I prayed that day. Next to Beau being born, this is the most important day of my life. At the end of the whole day the judge finally called my case. He asked everyone to leave the court room, at first it was just my attorney, Beaus attorney, the judge, court reporter, and sheriff. I honestly thought that R had changed his mind and that the judge wasn’t going to rule in my favor. He then said “I saved the easiest case for last” My attorney went over all the evidence, Beau’s attorney went over her conversation with myself and R. We asked my family to come in for the final ruling. The judge said he was going to grant my petition to strip R of his parental rights.  I was teary eyed I was so happy. My family was emotional. It was finally over. Beau is all mine forever. The judge said he didn’t even know where to file the paper work because in his whole career he has never made the ruling of  taking someones parental rights away. I thanked him so much! Beau’s attorney walked out with us, she actually shook my hand saying how I was a great mom and she was very pleased with the ruling. I didn’t realize how much stress I was under. It felt like I could finally breathe again.

We called all of our family, friends, and had a big dinner following the court proceedings to  celebrate.