Domestic Abuse and Abuse of Power

After witnessing a murder meant for me after surviving a car bomb igniting my skull crushed my face bruising my brain i received threatening calls from my husbands mistress I'd reported break ins strange behavior from my husband fearing my safety his mistress who worked behind a desk falsifying documents with abuse of power breaking in my home removing poetry actually tried to summit a few of my poems as her own i reported her she was reprimanded my work returned at the time i truly didn't know her real involvement to my husband so i contacted the FBI she arrived with her gunman to end my life by gods grace he was killed at my feet the children and i relocated receiving victims compensation how stupid i was really brain dead laying in a blood soaked bed brain trauma in a coma for three days i didn't realize i slipped into a coma every morning my two youngest sons entered my room i could here them saying she's dead she can't wake up with all my might i tried to move my legs were weak but in my mind i was kicking they went off to school only to return six hours later crying she's dead look at her she can't move in that moment i said oh my Jesus god help me please let me show them I'm alive i began to cry tears rolled down my cheek my youngest announced look she crying those are new tears cause the blood is dry the oldest son said help me get her up my face was stuck to the pillow by dry blood they each held me leading me to the shower turning on the water i screamed as if i was falling off a cliff mom you're alive drying me i asked where's dad he came in how long have i been sleep he said about three days why didn't you try and wake me i wasn't sleep i was in a coma he said i thought you needed your rest it was in that moment i realized i was in trouble as i healed he shoved me to the bank more calls my stalker demanding my personal injury funds i accused him he slammed a large brick in my back telling the children it was an accident my back was turned i was afraid for my life because of the murder trial devastated i sat praying writing poetry as hurricane Charlie Lisa Jean and Hugo plowed into my townhome more devastation i was going three times a week to therapy treatment so afraid i needed to get away from my stalker to my surprise she followed us to the new location his home town the abuse got worse slamming doors shoving secret meetings threats finally Christmas eve my god i only wanted to toast St. John Paul Christmas homily mass in Rome my husband grew bitter claiming all Catholics are evil he ripped my rosary beads crushed the olive oils enraged using my body to open doors my brain hurt the children screamed he threw size 11 male dress shoes at them putting holes in the walls i begged him to stop he grabbed my arms twisted it behind my back his eyes were vicious i wore wires pregnant for the FBI buying weapons and drugs from junk sick cops his eyes pupil covered the whites i said i hope you don't have drugs in this house because i am going to give them to the authorities he put all his weight on my arm waiting on it to pop that's when my bi polar mentally ill son ran over and said let my mother go my husband took his closed fist and hit him in the back of the head the other children held my arm another daughter was hit by the football he threw i was so timid in that moment like i was one of the children brain injured emotionally childlike my younger son called police the Christmas bells chimed he was being removed from the home restraining orders the children and i received extensive counseling therapy behavior we were a disabled family living off disability income my husband and his mistress embezzled every dime of my traumatic brain injury claim because she worked behind a desk committing fraud identity theft falsifying documents helping my abuser attack his family i was just so happy to be alive and away from his controlling abuse however we still had to go to the murder trial easter St. John Paul's death we were flighted out back to Florida so i could testify in a murder trial a murder meant for me my husband and his mistress with employment using abuse of power sending me threatening letters about losing my social security for myself and my children or threats that read i better not go back to domestic violence shelter following me to therapy sessions threats in the parking lot i truly lived Jennifer Dulos pain when your abusive husband has help harming you and your children a jealous lover i stayed in my faith leaning on my church family and several counselors who actually drove the kids and i to schools doctors pharmacy i couldn't drive my anxiety disorder won't allow that i spent days and nights writing poetry finally finding a new home he'd moved around the corner in the back of the same building the incident occurred i was blessed to find a new place across town i know of the cruel world of being a domestic violence victim like Nicole Brown Simpson abuse of power helps your abuser he only return worse my domestic abuse shattered my soul i believe it was because i am brain injured emotionally a child when he and his mistress began harming us trying to rip my poetry to feed to his mistress behind a desk at the court house pushing pens pages she believed my poetry could be hers by having an affair with my husband she could use her position at the court house by exposing my identity as a confidential human source to killers and dealers using abuse of power to hire a hitman to end my life over my poetry so that she could finally become me after death i remember my husband hitting me in the back with that brick after she called demanding he give her my personal injury claim she began embezzling funds an annuity payment from my structured settlement posing as me while i lay bleeding they pounced thank god i had Most Reverend Arch Bishop Cardinal Francis George Arch Bishop Jerome Listeki for support also Attorney General Charlie Crist I'm Blessed