It's Been A While.

So I realized it has been a while since I have blogged. I just recently realized that it has been almost 4 years since my attack. March 22 will be 4 years since my life changed forever, and consequently the lives of everyone around me. I have come so far since then. I have been through A LOT of therapy. I have finally found and married the love of my life, my soul mate.

I have done some reflecting lately. I have looked at how much my life has changed and how far I have come since that day. I have done some looking back at my life and where I have been and where I want to go. I have realized, there are some things from my past that I thought I had dealt with that I have just stuffed down inside me and ignored.

These things have brought me back here. I have looked back at all the relationships in my adult life and realized how they have formed me and my views on most things in life. It has really opened my eyes. 

A bad day.

Today has been what they would call a "bad day" so I have been writting and this is what I have come up with so far....
                                                                 Sasha's Story

It’s been almost two years, she thought to herself as she sat in her bed.  Why won’t this feeling just go away? Sasha sat there thinking back. She knew that these feelings were never going to go away. She knows that she won. She is still alive, and he is in prison. Not for long enough though.  The mere idea of him being released from prison rocks her to her core. The fear of seeing him again face to face makes her tremble knowing that it will happen again. He will come for her. He will not stop until one of them is dead. She knows what she will have to do when that time comes. Sasha questions herself frequently, “Am I really strong enough to do what needs to be done? Is my life and the lives of my family a strong enough drive? Have I really won living in this emotional rollercoaster that is my life?”

She had another dream last night. This one was not the normal dream she has had in the recent past. This one left her wondering who won. When it came to him it was all about who wins and who losses more so since the attack than it ever was in their relationship. The normal dreams as of late were ones where she clearly won. She lived and he died. This one has her truly rattled. She plays it over and over in her head. Her dreams about him are always vivid and she remembers every detail from beginning to end. As she is trying to understand it she lies down in her darkened room in her warm bed and pulls the big thick comforter up to her chin and lets it all go….

Sasha wakes up realizing that her shirt is pulled up and she feels this incredible pain in her stomach. As she tries to sit up to see what is wrong the pain is too much and she can’t. She then turns and looks at Brad and sees that he is bleeding. She screams and it wakes him up. Then she sees it….the knife, the one that the police never found the one that George used in the attack. She screams again. Brad looks over and sees the blood. They are both covered and the bed is soaked in it. Neither one of them can get up because of the pain. She is sobbing uncontrollably, because she knows he was there. Is he still there? How did he find them? Where was he now? Is he coming back? All of these questions swarming in her head. Brad calls out for help. No one hears him.

Sasha musters the strength to roll off the bed and get her phone and calls the police. They come and take Brad and Sasha to the hospital. Once the blood is cleaned up they realize George was there to leave a message and he did it in their flesh. Across Sasha’s stomach was carved “Georgie’s” and across Brad’s chest and stomach was carved “She’s mine til death.” She was terrified. Her thoughts and fears were confirmed. He was there, but how. Once this discovery was made, they locked down the hospital. No one was allowed in or out without identification.

The police were baffled. George was supposed to be in prison for 17 years at least. They called the prison where George was to be. They did a physical check to see if he was there. George had escaped! Sometime during the night he had made his way through the ventilation and sewer and escaped the prison. He then made a 67 mile trek to the town Sasha lived in. After recovering the knife that he had hidden almost two years prior he found her house and crept inside. He wasn’t going to just kill her. No, that would be too easy. He wouldn’t be able to see the fear in her eyes, and she wasn’t alone.

When he entered the room he could smell the alcohol on them. He knew Sasha and true to form she had been out celebrating the holiday the night before. They were both passed out. He knew she would not be alone. He had heard that she was engaged and living with Brad. As he crept to the bedside he had the two chloroform soaked rags prepared. He began with Brad. He gently covered Brad’s nose and mouth with the rag to ensure that he would not wake up.  When he was certain it had taken effect George calmly and deliberately carved the message into Brad’s chest to stake his claim. He was careful to carve just deep enough to scar but not deep enough to kill him. After all, Brad was not the one he blamed. George blamed Sasha. She was a harlot that was just after the next best thing. None the less she was George’s and she had told him that she would be forever. George told her that she would not get out of their relationship unless it was in a body bag and he meant it.

He moved around the bed slowly as to not alert anyone. He then covered Sasha’s face with the second rag, and began his work. With a big smile he staked his claim. She had always called him Georgie as a term of endearment. So he only found it fitting that his message to her be simply that. A reminder of what she promised and to whom she promised. He wished that he could be there when they woke to see the look of horror on their faces and to simply see the reaction. He knew that would be too dangerous for him. If he stuck around he would almost surely be caught before he could fulfill his promise to her. Before he left he bent down and lovingly kissed her on the forehead and said, “I love you, Sasha. Someday you will understand just how much.”

The police continued to look for him. Sasha, once recovered, started her own search. She left with her gun in her belt. She knew the time had come it was her or him, and she was going to be God damned if he was going to win the final showdown.  She hoped beyond hope that she found him first and that he gave her the reason she needed to end it once and for all.

She started with all of George’s old friends and acquaintances. Some were sincere and understood her plight. Others wanted no part in any of it. They had written her and George off quite some time ago. Sasha found that she did have a few true alliances one being George’s former best friend, Frank.

Frank was someone whom Sasha had originally thought was an enemy. After the attack, Sasha and Frank’s wife fought about what Sasha felt was Frank’s involvement in the attack. Eventually, Frank and Sasha talked and worked things out. She found out that Frank really had no involvement and was just an innocent bystander in the whole episode.

George had been writing to Frank from prison but he refused to respond to George. There was enough information in the letters that Sasha could deduce where he might be. Before she left Frank and Betty’s house Frank stopped her. He took her by the hands and looked her square in the eyes and said, “Do what you need to do. Don’t stop until it’s done and if you need anything at all just call. Day or night I don’t care when, we will be there.” She thanked them both and bid them a teary eyed good bye.

She then went to Rebecca’s house. She was the friend that had introduced Sasha and George. Rebecca and George had been friends since she was a child. Sasha sat down and told Rebecca the whole story, and showed her the scar. Rebecca was in tears. She didn’t know what to say or do. She called her husband Bob home from work. Rebecca was terrified that George would come there. When Bob came home and heard the whole story he was enraged. He supported Sasha much the same way that Frank did. Rebecca was torn. She was angry and terrified but still torn. She loved Sasha very much and loved George as well.

Sasha’s next stop was going to be a difficult one. She knew that she had to face the very real fact that he could b right down the street at his parent’s house. That was where she went.

She parked her car down the block, and checked her gun before she got out of the car. Her gun was loaded and holstered to her belt under her leather jacket. She sat there for a moment trying to calm herself and pep talk herself into what was about to happen. Just as she reached for the door handle her phone rang. It was the police detective that was on her case. He was just calling to see how she was doing, and to see if she had 

heard any news.

 Detective Brand had known Sasha for many years and knew that she would not sit idly by and wait for something to happen.  He already knew without any substantiated proof that she was actively pursuing George and that she would not stop until he was found. What he didn’t know was that she hoped and prayed that he would give her justified reason to shoot to kill. They had a short conversation with Sasha telling Brand that she didn’t know anything new and she promised that she wouldn’t do anything stupid or that she might regret in the future. She had no intentions of regretting anything that she was about to do or what she hoped would happen. With that she got out of the car and made her way to George’s parent’s home.

She walked up on to the front porch and knocked on the door. She could hear the sound of the dogs barking and out of the corner of her eye she saw someone peeking at her through the blinds in the living room. Just as Sasha was about to turn around and walk away the front door opened, and there stood the angry mean little woman that was George’s mother, Jan. Sasha asked if she had seen George. Jan was a bit hesitant. Sasha could tell she was unsure what her intentions were. So Sasha let out with how sorry she was for leaving him and how much she loved him and missed him. By the time Sasha was done she had Jan convinced that she truly loved George and wanted him back. That is when Jan told her that he had been there but he was out and would return later that night. Sasha decided that she would be waiting for him when he returned. Sasha pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and wrote a not for George. “Sorry I missed you. I hope that we can meet up again really soon.” She left the note with Jan and left.

Just a thought

Live and learn
love and burn
Happy and sad
Laugh and cry
The good with the bad

Why does there have to be a bad
Why can't a person just be happy
I thought it was supposed to happily ever after
When I am happy in love
Why cant I be happy everywhere else

Dark Poetry

Pain....Gone Forever!


All alone
Sitting in a house
A house full
I hurt
Physically emotionally
No care no concern
My love seems worthless
My heart braking
Why am I so alone
Is all the pain worth it
My consideration unrequited
Why do I continue on
I'm not worth his time
He can do no wrong
I do all I can
Its still not enough
I must like the hurt
No that's not it
I want this pain gone
I can't cut it away
Someone will notice this time
But it feels so good
Such a release of the pain
Maybe it goes deep
Too deep this time
And it all goes away
Me gone forever No more pain no more hurt
For me
They can hurt
It will be their turn
Their turn to cry
To feel lonely
It will be their turn
To try to deal
Maybe then....
Then they will understand
Know the pain I feel
Maybe they will realize
Realize the pain they caused
My anguish my heartache
My unrequited compassion
My consideration my love
When they loose it all
Maybe just maybe
He will realize what
He had and know
Maybe he will appreciate
Cherish me but it will be to late
As I am already gone!
FOREVER I am no more!



Emptiness


Somewhere out there
Or rather in here
There is the girl
She is so happy
Happy in her world
The world where everyone smiles
A world of happiness and joy
O how I envy her
Her smiling face
He cheerful laugh
O how I wish to be her
Loving life
No fears
Not a care in the world
She has strength and optimism
I was that girl once
I pretend to be that girl
Some people believe
They say wow shes amazing
How does she do it
To keep on living her life
She talks like it didn't happen to her
But it did happen
It happened to me
No he didn't kill me
I still live and breathe
In the physical I'm alive
My heart beats
My lungs breathe
But I'm empty inside
He did kill though
He killed my spirit
My soul is gone
I hate my life
I hate myself
More with each passing day
How do they love this?
This hallow shell
Is it the act they love?
The person I pretend to be
It must be
No one could or would
Love the real me
I am a dark
Hallow empty shell
I am a pit of
Ugliness
No ones loves death
Darkness self pity
Self hatred
That is me
And nobody love the real me
NEVER



Just Like Me

You're beautiful
I hear that a lot
Do I believe my ears
No most definitely not
That's not what I see
The person in the mirror
She is not beautiful
She is fat
She is ugly
Ugly inside and out
She is scared and broken
Deformed and discarded
Used and abused
Unworthy and useless
She is hated and pitied
Forgotten and passed over
Who was that girl
Whats her name
O never mind it doesn't matter
It never did
It never will
Why do I try?
Nobody cares
Some people say they do
They even pretend
But if they really saw me
The ugly fat disgusting me
They would run
They would hate me just like I do.

Secret Jokes

I make mistakes
Yes, I am human
Some are huge
Some are very small
I don't need to be reminded
Reminded of them all
Some are not a joke
Most are not funny
It hurts when you laugh
You are supposed to be the one
The one who helps
Who loves and comforts
But your hurting me
You don't say your sorry
You put the blame off
Make it my fault
When I confide in you
You laugh and joke
It hurts
I want to share my life
But you joke
You tell it all
So secrets I will keep
Now and always
Locked away deep
Deep in my braking heart

My Attack Part 3

Once we were inside I walked over to Tony, put my arms around him, and kissed him. He was acting weird so I asked him what was wrong. He told me he didn't know but he just had a weird feeling that we weren't alone. He went in and checked my bedroom. I went to check RyAnn's. Her door to her room is on the same wall as her closet. When I first looked in her closet I didn't see anything but then I thought that I cant see all the way in so I stepped in further into her room and looked. I saw Nathan's hand on his knee. He was sitting on her toy box like he was waiting for a bus. I just yelled, "What the hell!?!" He jumped out of the closet with about a 7 or 8 inch hunting and fishing knife. I saw the knife but it didn't register that he might use it on Tony or me. In the 2 1/2 years we were together he was never physical with me, it was all emotional and psychological abuse. I just kept telling him, "Get the hell out of my house!" He kept asking me why I lied to him. I asked him what I lied about. He asked if I had had sex with anyone since we had split up. I simply told him it was none of his business. He then went on to yelling at Tony and I both insisting that we had had sex the night before. We had not had sex and I told Nathan that. At that time Tony was in my bedroom with the door shut trying to call 911, but he dropped the call. He was in my bedroom which is the only room in the apartment that did not get cell service for some reason.


I continued to argue with Nathan. He punched me in the face and slammed me into the corner of the door frame of RyAnn's room. He slammed me hard enough that he caused a hairline fracture in my top vertebrae and at the base of my skull, which I didn't remember or even know about until almost a year later. In fighting him there was when I broke and dislocated the middle finger on my left hand and got a cut that was about an inch or so long on the back of my hand. As far as I can tell I lost conscienceness, because I don't know how I got from the door frame to the middle of RyAnn's floor with Nathan on top of me. And as hard as I was fighting him there is no way I let him get me into that position. The next thing I remember was Nathan on top of me stabbing me in the chest, but barely making contact and pulling back out. I realized he had missed where he was aiming and that he was actually going for my neck. He said to me,"I am going to fucking kill you, you fucking whore, and your spic boyfriend too, and I am going to get away with it too. I am fucking crazy cuz I haven't taken my meds in over a month." After that realization I grabbed the knife, the only part I could grab was the blade, and locked my elbow to keep the knife away from me. What damage I was doing to my had at that point didn't matter to me. All I could see in front of my eyes was my girls looking at me smiling, as if they were saying you can do it mom, we love you, be strong and fight. That is exactly what I did I fought for my life, for my girls, and to protect Tony. He also has a daughter that needs him and I knew that. Throughout all of this struggle, Tony kept coming out of the bedroom, trying to get Nathan off of me. Without any kind of weapon himself that was difficult. Every time he came out Nathan would try to go after him, but then come back to me. This turned out to work better than Tony thought. Between the struggle with the knife and Tony's distractions I was able to get my feet up underneath of Nathan and throw him across the room off of me. Nathan is very well aware that my legs are very strong. I think that is why he was sitting on me the way he was. When he flew across the room he hit the far wall leaving a bloody hand print on the wall. Once he regained his balance, he stood there in RyAnn's room looking at me for a minuet. I wasn't sure if he was going to leave or come back after me again. I just laid there looking right back at him. Nathan then walked calmly out of the room and went to my bedroom door where Tony was finally on the phone with the 911 dispatcher. Nathan yelled, "Stay the fuck away from my wife, you dirty fucking spic, or I will hunt you down and kill you!" He stabbed the knife through the door, making a final effort to get to Tony. he did so with such force I saw the top of the door, that had all of Tony's weight against it, bow out at the top so much that I could see in the room for a brief moment. Nathan turned aroun, looked at me, and said, "You just dont understand how much I love you, do you?" With that he turned and calmly walked out of the house.

My Attack Part 2

The next day I went shopping and got my haircut. I went on with my life as normal only a little happier because I didn't have him to bring me down. When my friend and I came home from shopping we started getting ready to go out for the night. He kept making comments about what I was wearing and how he didn't want me to wear it because he thought it was too revealing. As I am getting ready to walk out the door he told me I was not leaving the house wearing that shirt. I said, "yes I am and there is nothing you can do about it." He said, "I am going to take it off of you." "If you put one finger on me I will have you arrested," I replied. His response, "I make sure you cant call anyone now or ever again." That is when my friend spoke up, "I will kill you if you lay one hand on her." That is when he decided to back off and moved away from the door. He did follow us out side continuing to yell at me calling me a whore and a bar slut among other things. I just ignored him and left.


Saturday I slept in. That was when he went through my phone, changed his ring tone, and read all of my text messages. When I got up he was angry with me about my conversations I had had the night before with my friends in my text messages. I was upset the night before and confused and mad because I still cared about him. That afternoon after we fought I go get dressed and left. I came back home later that evening to get my stuff to go to Megan and John's to get ready to go out. That's when he told me he needed the car to take movies back in Ames. The car was almost out of gas. I put $5 in gas. He told me he would be back in an hour and he would call me to let me know that the car was back. Several hours later I hadn't heard from him so I called and his phone was off. I walked home to find that he had packed up a bunch of stuff and took off with the car and left a note. The note said that I could only have the car back if I sent him the $750 that he had paid for it. I was furious. I went back to the bar on the way I tried to call him repeatedly with no answer. I finally talked to him the next night. That is when I found out he had taken off and went to North Dakota. For the next several weeks he kept calling me and texting me trying to convince me to move to North Dakota to be with him. He just didn't want to grasp the concept of the fact that I did not want to be with him, I cannot move out of the state with my kids, and I did not want to move I liked my life just the way it was.

After several days of ignoring him the calls and texts quit. On March 17, Lacie called me and asked me if I wanted to ride with her to go get Nathan from Omaha. Instead of telling her what was really on my mind I told her I was in Ames with my sister, which I was. I really wanted ask her if she was out of her god forsaken mind. I just finally got him to quit pestering me and she wanted me to spend however many hours in a car with him. Hell no not a chance!!!

Knowing that he was back in town I was extra cautious. I kept my doors locked and blinds shut at all times. When I did leave I would leave my TV or something on to make it sound like I was home. I just had a feeling that he would be around. As it turns out, I was right. I now know that he was constantly following me watching everything that I do. He would come into my house when I was not home and go through my things. Apparently, he had a key that I didn't know about.

On March 22, my sister, Amber, came up from Des Moines to go out with me. John, Megan, Amber, and I went to Wilson's. At some point that day Amber invited Tony, her former roommate, that I had met about 6 months prior, to come up and go out with us. He was in Kansas City when we started texting him. He drove up here and that was the first time I had met him in person. Before that night we had only talked in text messages. Amber had been trying to set Tony and I up for most of those 6 months prior. When I met Tony I was instantly attracted to him. there was just something about him that told me that I absolutely must get to know this man. There was definitely a physical attraction there, but it was something much more than that. I don't believe in love at first sight but there was something close to it that night. We were sitting around the table, Amber text me, while I was rather shamelessly flirting with Tony, asking me to back off because she was interested in him. So, as her sister, I did just that. I was outside smoking when he went to his car. He noticed me out there so we started talking. He asked me why I all of a sudden acted like I was no longer interested in him. I explained it to him. He understood and things were going fine. We were just walking around and talking, when Amber called. She was freaking out on us because she just knew we were doing something besides walking around and talking. That is also when I found out she had been talking to Nathan the entire time we had been split up. She had been telling him everything I had been doing. I was beyond furious. When I got off the phone with her I turned and looked at Tony and said, "Fuck her! If she doesn't give a shit about my feelings I don't care about hers." From that point on, Tony and I were on our first date. We walked around and talked a little bit more. Then we went back to my house. We were sitting there just talking when Amber called again. The original plan was for her and her daughter to stay at my house that night. She had tried to guilt trip me by saying I was putting Brooke's life in danger by forcing her to drive home to Des Moines after she had been drinking. I had told her previously that they could still stay there. When she called that second time she had decided she was going to stay at my house. Tony left when she showed up. He went out the front door and walked around the block to avoid her. while he was walking he noticed someone was following him so he text me about it. I found a reason to leave. When I went outside he was across the street. He described the person that was following him, and I realized that my instincts had been right. Nathan was hanging around my apartment.

We walked up the street to John and Megan's house which is down town above one of the business. John and Megan were fighting heat night so I went over to cheer her up and talk to her. We ended up watching a movie. Nathan kept texting me while we were trying to watch the movie. I thought it was weird that every time Tony would cuddle up with me or kiss me or anything like that Nathan would text me. I later found out Nathan had broke into one of the businesses across the street and was sitting upstairs watching us all night long. Tony and I fell asleep around 6 a.m. Nathan then went into my house. Amber woke up and kinda freaked out he told her he was going to leave he just had to check something. For the longest time I could not figure out what he was checking. Finally, I realized that he was checking the box of condoms I had on my night stand. Yes, there were some missing but that didn't mean anything. I did not have sex with Tony that night.There was something about Tony that was different. I wanted to wait. I wanted to actually get to know him and build a real relationship first.

The next day, Nathan kept texting me and wanting me to call him. I kept blowing him off. Tony and I sat and talked all morning that morning. That morning Neil called me and asked if the custody agreement that we made the previous week was still  good since Nathan and I were back together. I told him that we weren't back together. He told me that he assumed that  because he saw him outside my house that morning when he went to Wal-Mart. All day long I kept having people call me and tell me that Nathan was either hanging around my house or walking around downtown near John and Megan's house. I just kind of blew it off as nothing.

Around  5:30 that night, John and Megan went to her parents house for a little bit. Shortly after they left John called me to tell me he saw Nathan headed towards my house.  While I was talking to John, Nathan text me and wanted to know what I was doing now. That's when I told him I was going home to change my clothes, since I was still in the same clothes as the night before.  Nathan kept trying to talk me out of going home. I went home anyway. I had left my house key under the welcome mat for John the night before since him and Megan were fighting in case  he needed a place to stay. When I got there I couldn't find my house key so I went outside and called John since he had my spare key. I went and double checked before I had him bring it over and that is when I found it and went inside.......