In the fifth grade, when I was ten, I was bullied by a boy
in my class who told me about how he and a group of boys had pinned a girl to a
haystack with pitchforks and raped her.
He said he wanted to do that to me.
I was scared but trying not to believe him in the hopes he
would go away. I never told anyone.
This is my personal blog, which is focused on creating peace. Come on in and kick off your shoes! I appreciate feedback and would love your thoughts and comments.
Five Years
February 15, 2018. Five years. FIVE YEARS. It’s been five years today since the first arrest and I gained two small children.
I was by no means prepared mentally, emotionally, or physically. I was anemic and sick, and devastated by the nightmare we were facing as a family. I was terrified by the possibilities, and five years later, I still am.
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