I am sorry. I am. I didn’t intend to hurt anyone. With all do respect…I am hurt. Yes, hurt, All of you don’t see my pain. I loved your loved one. I truly did. He was the abuser. Not me.
Please don’t continue to c over for him. Enough damage already.
I wish you all the best,
I first published this blog in 2017. I froze. I just couldn’t manage to verbalize my story. Over time, this is changing. I published details in 2018, and was admonished for doing so. That in itself, an injustice. I ended up deleting prior posts because of it.
The fact of the matter is I suffered abuse at the hands of a trusted companion. I was bullied into silence more than a few times. I have a right to speak out. Everything I post will be true. Everything I have posted thus far is true. I am a survivor of violence. I can post for certain that MONEY and PRESTIGIOUS OCCUPATION can allow a perpretrator tor roam free to abuse again.
My abuser was arrested in the summer of 2013 for hurting me. I refused to cooperate with the county District Attorney at the time. The perpetrator’s criminal defense attorney, and his own mother bullied me into submission at the time. I look back and wonder how I could have been so weak at the time. Yet, I was weak.
Less than one year later, my abuser was arrested again for assaulting me. I am embarrassed to say that I was once again a weak fool, bullied into silence. The abuse continued for years. When I finally did come forward, particular entitities covered up for my abuser. I believe it had to do with 1. Social Status; 2. Abuser’s Attorney; 3. Judge Beverly Wood of Marin County, CA (judicial misconduct.)