Things went well for a while but then it happened I woke up and turned on the news and there was Donna on tv with hand cuffs...What! I was confused and surprised all at the same time so I turned up the volume and thats when I heard it, she had hired a man to Kill my step dad and she was going to pay this man over a million dollars from the life insurance policy she would be recieving from her husband dying. She had a little boy only months old. How could she do this...why would she do this?
The next several years were hard. Not getting to see her on certin weekends, not seeing her on holidays or birthdays now what? Just a random phone call ever now and then.
Well in the mean time, Shelly and dad were having issues but one thing she promised us was that she would never leave us like that...she just couldn't see how someone could do such things. It would be a year after Donna went to prison that things got real bad. Shelly would take brad to the doctor for EVERYTHING. She had him on riddlin for ADD and or ADHD to every thereapist in the book if he even sneezed it was to the doc they would go and she maxed out credit cards and dad would give her money to pay bills and she would go spend it.
One spring day at church they were talking about Bible camp and how it was time to register for it. I told grandma that I really wanted to go and knowing dad couldn't afford it she talked to the church and I got to go. While I was there I heard a message about Jesus and how he loved us and gave his son to die so that we could live forever with him. I gave my heart to the Lord that day and it was the best day of my life, actually it was about 10 at night. I was 7 years old. When the end of the week came I was so heart broken because I knew what I had to go home to. Dad yelling all the time, and Shelly and everything else it was real heartbreak. I remember when we got to grandmas house I sat on the steps and cried because I wanted to go back...infact I never wanted to leave, Jesus was there!
Winter came and things at home got worse but I still held on. Grandma and Grandpa would pick us up every sunday and wed. night like always and bring us to church. He would give each of us three girls a quarter to put into the offering and then take us home again afterward. The rest of the week though was not so great. I missed the bus one day and walked home, well when you walk you always beat the bus, know one knew that I had missed the bus, but when I came home and opened the door there was my dad in a chair in the kitchen and Shelly standing behind him, his face a fierce red and she was holding a butcher knife to his throat, I asked what was going on and she quickly put the knife away and replied nothing we were just playing. Dad went to the back of the trailor and didn't say a word. I too never said anything and to this day my siblings have no clue of the incident.
The next several years were hard. Not getting to see her on certin weekends, not seeing her on holidays or birthdays now what? Just a random phone call ever now and then.
Well in the mean time, Shelly and dad were having issues but one thing she promised us was that she would never leave us like that...she just couldn't see how someone could do such things. It would be a year after Donna went to prison that things got real bad. Shelly would take brad to the doctor for EVERYTHING. She had him on riddlin for ADD and or ADHD to every thereapist in the book if he even sneezed it was to the doc they would go and she maxed out credit cards and dad would give her money to pay bills and she would go spend it.
One spring day at church they were talking about Bible camp and how it was time to register for it. I told grandma that I really wanted to go and knowing dad couldn't afford it she talked to the church and I got to go. While I was there I heard a message about Jesus and how he loved us and gave his son to die so that we could live forever with him. I gave my heart to the Lord that day and it was the best day of my life, actually it was about 10 at night. I was 7 years old. When the end of the week came I was so heart broken because I knew what I had to go home to. Dad yelling all the time, and Shelly and everything else it was real heartbreak. I remember when we got to grandmas house I sat on the steps and cried because I wanted to go back...infact I never wanted to leave, Jesus was there!
Winter came and things at home got worse but I still held on. Grandma and Grandpa would pick us up every sunday and wed. night like always and bring us to church. He would give each of us three girls a quarter to put into the offering and then take us home again afterward. The rest of the week though was not so great. I missed the bus one day and walked home, well when you walk you always beat the bus, know one knew that I had missed the bus, but when I came home and opened the door there was my dad in a chair in the kitchen and Shelly standing behind him, his face a fierce red and she was holding a butcher knife to his throat, I asked what was going on and she quickly put the knife away and replied nothing we were just playing. Dad went to the back of the trailor and didn't say a word. I too never said anything and to this day my siblings have no clue of the incident.
