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Stepfathers who abducts his own children

After my traumatic brain injury witnessing a murder I didn’t think the world could even get any worse my children and I survived 4 major hurricanes I decided to move north to his home town he began beating me even took a jump rope and whipped skin right off my mentally ill son back after burning him corruption moving here I believed we would be safer than fort Myers where my accident occurred my children suffered the worse because they couldn’t tell me just what he was doing to them my face was bandaged eyes swollen shut I was literally a three year old it wasn't long my husband began seeing this Mexican violent offender she had over 20 violent convictions including manufacturing hard control hard drugs I fear my safety and warned him not to bring drugs around my children fearful because I wore wires pregnant for the Fbi buying weapon and drugs from corruption unaware that he was actually involved with these dealers who was trying to kill me the murder we witnessed was meant to end my life the sadness is my children were being harm and very afraid this man would arrive at the bus stop and drive them to a secluded place and attack them unthinkable however I felt something off I fled the home relocated away from him never realize he was abducting his own children I spoke with social workers trying to find out what else had he done that I couldn’t see I confronted the children no stranger no danger is your dad harming you talk to someone the look in their eyes that’s okay mom they are on his side no honey they will protect us no mom it’s a waste my god i didn’t realize he also had the Jamaican dealers who relocate with us got a job in a position of power to help my abusive his cover up his abuse upon us my children were so lost terrified going to school every day getting in the car with this violent familiar stranger dad was an abductor of his own children I was powerless receiving threats ha ha he wins  he wins a man who abducts his own children assaults them then go back to his apartment I never knew such cruelty I am happy the children kelp this from me I’m quite sure I might have taken his very life which is why I speak out today about domestic violence organized crime corruption this place praises violent offenders batterers men who assault their families my abusive husband had females behind desks making false reports slandering the children and i falsifying documents even though I was away from him living in government housing didn’t matter this corrupt female altered our lives to help our abuser I stayed in my faith what else could I do I reported him got rid of him and yet his abuse of power behind the desk she wanted to be me my American poetry my identity I contacted the Fbi my husband and this woman arrived with a gunman to kill me I just didn’t know what he was really hiding not just infidelity he was an abductor picking the children up he had an accomplice one day my daughter call’s after the beach with friends I was afraid she was screaming saying this man has he has me don’t get the police involved I called police Fbi amber alert for some reason these officers didn’t want to put her on amber alert I told them i worked with the Fbi I was so scared I ran to the parking where she said he was parked please Ma please help cops met me there my god I was brain injured traumatized cars we’re leaving they said they couldn’t stop any of them I ran back home her still on the phone a voice on thee end a man disguised his voice it was a prank okay dial tone the longest six hours I kelp trying to reach dad no answer all while our child was on an amber alert I got a call they found her the same time he picked up corruption covered this mad man sending me threats to keep my mouth shut or else I’ll be framed killed ha ha these are person of power ha ha ha he wins nobody wins when a twisted man abducts his own children in America of anywhere in the world I’m just so blessed he let her go I can’t even breathe telling this traumatic event corruption hated me for working with the Fbi they provided my abusive husband with female dealers violent offenders women behind desks falsifying documents to help him get away with abuse one day I actually walked to women’s horizon a battered woman home this woman driving a Honda working for the city pulls in front of me her plate read don’t UDED I just ran home closed the drapes and cried the children was right these people are not going to help us ma they are helping him he paid these women with my traumatic brain injury claim she also was obsessed with my American poetry the more I reported the more false reports slander being a disability mom caring for disabled children this madman was vicious cruel my children and I were held hostage by fear by the entire town my abusive husband owned city officials ha ha ha nobody wins when a father abducts his own children this is an evil an unthinkable evil what’s worse the evil who helped him cover it up and slander his wife and children today his accomplices locates us in Florida broke into my home for documents domestic violence poetry my mental health journal she actually tried to publish my pain and suffering in order to share the proceeds with my abuser my children abductor fearing my safety again I felt unsafe I would write every night in my journal on my nightstand until I realized the anniversary of the murder meant for me home invasion retrieving a poem I’d written years ago called domestic violence survivor my batterers female behind a desk broke into my home while my new husband and I were in USF traumatic brain injury treatment I received 12 nerve blocks in my head for pain a speeding truck followed us in constant contact with this female burglar ripping pages 20 years later I just don’t know which is worse my abuser the children abductor or this corruption behind a desk falsifying documents altering our lives false I know this is America but it feels like Iran where women are powerless to escape abuse

Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen

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