A Mormon Temple marriages never ends after a civil divorce. After death, the priesthood owns their wives in Celestial Kingdom. This cult is only for men. I didn't change my name back to birth name. My married name is theatrical, I keep it to stabilize the kids. Today, that name is still in place. I will change it soon. All of us are born on a "specific second" with birth name. It's important, it's sacred. For a long time, I despised my birth name. I was not a person, I was not myself, I was not a girl. I've worked deep to love myself, to honor myself, to cherish myself. I'm important, I have "space" on this planet. I count.
1985 divorced, that day almost lost my way, ran like hell to the court room. No family, no friends. I had to save myself, the kids at all costs. My ex's Mother raged, how could you do this to my son, a man of god? A custody battle ensued to prove I was a unfit Mother, crazy insane. The kids were asked who they wanted live with etc. I told the court evaluator, he raped me. He asked the question, "Were you experimenting with sex? I said, "NO!". I didn't think he believed me. One more "NO" on the page for no help.
The ex moved out to a tiny hole in the wall next by SLC, Utah Temple. He informed me he would only take one kid every other week, when it was good for his victim life. I destroyed his goal to be an apostle of the church. More hardship was coming, I braced myself. I was awarded the kids, it would of destroyed me if I lost. You hang on by a thin thread, I would never leave the kids. I could of, but didn't. I had to save my kids from demons.
His abandon announcement, all the kids and I were yelling loud in shock. He didn't care about any of us. I heard the kids over and over again, ALL of them, fuck you, fuck off, fuck it. I was surprised how we were cursing him in our crying pain.
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