Limbo

Some days are so tough. I never stop working. I never stop trying to put things back together. It’s exhausting. Some days it feels impossible.

I shouldn’t even be in this situation. Again.

Every time people get away with abuse it shatters the victim’s life.

I’ve had to repair, rebuild too many times.

And I had the tools and the knowledge to stop the violent man before most of the violence. Ken had control of my living situation so he stopped all my efforts to not be abused. I have no doubt he helped the violent man.

The destruction to my life was so bad. This is my home. I can’t even begin to live the way I want yet. I can’t begin to look at moving forward to fix up my home yet.

I have a long road of repairs yo every area of my life before I can even think of normalcy.

I do deserve justice. The violent man and his minions deserve to face consequences.

I’m not even safe in my home as long as these men can be near me and my home. There are so many provable reasons why I should have restraining orders against these men. There is no limit to the violence they have been, and are, willing to commit.

The entire property line is a dangerous place, nails, breaking boards from the mass of construction debris.

I have so many reasons to sue everyone involved.

This country is a disgrace for protecting such violent people. It should not be so difficult to get legal help to get justice. This is years of violence, abuse, and destruction. I’ve had my liberty and safety removed from me while I am in my home.

So even though I am working constantly to rebuild my life it’s hard to keep going some days.

I want to have a home that feels safe and like me. All I can do is try to keep safe while I repair until by a miracle I get to move forward