It was about a women who took two kids in to her home, because their parents had went away to work, and the setting was mid 60's, and i was amazed to find out it was based on a true story.
According to the movie both girls were very well mannered, but this women had like 5 kids or her own, she went a little crazy, her husband left her...she was ironing clothes and the oldest Girl
She burned her with cigarettes, she would say the oldest was spreading lies about one of her kids and beat this child....locked her in basement after PUSHING her down the stairs, and told her other kids that she was trying to make her a better person, and then these kids would go down there and burn her and kick her and beat her, they even brought their friends over to abuse her...this went on for a few months, finally the Mother of the house...took a safety pin and heated it with a lighter and branded this little girl across her stomach, the little girl ended up dying, The women went to jail for life..got out in 1985 and died 5 years later, she finally admitted it all and ask for forgiveness from god, several of her children went to jail, including her 10 year old son, youngest child in Indiana History to go to jail.
I was physically sick watching this.............especially the part where this women inserted a coke bottle up inside this child and busted it, WHILE all her other children watched, and you hear this tiny little voice of a small child
I was molested as a small child, My sister got the worst of it from our uncle, I can remember being in the bunk bed at my aunts house, and being woke up by my sisters cries, and look up on the top bunk and her not be there, i knew then, our aunt had left for work, she opened the resturant every morning and that left us with our uncle for a while till he went to work, he would take my sister out of the top bunk and take her into their bedroom, and hurt her, I can't even begin to count the times this was done, I remember hearing my sister say she had told mom, i also remember hearing that "back then" those things weren't talked about, But deny it or not, it happened...and up until i was 10 he kept on trying it, I still remember the purple blanket that first Christmas we were in florida and they all came to visit, I cried, I love my aunt dearly and still do, i missed kentucky and my home, sitting on that couch under that purple blanket and "him" sitting beside me...slipping his hand up under the blanket and my shirt, trying to feel my breast, I got up and walked away, swearing he would never touch me again, cause i would not get close enough for him to do it again.
Several years later, he was in a bad car crash, and I don't know how many times i have heard how he has "Changed Since then". What was done was done, and my being the peace maker, I moved on.
At the age of 12, i was miserable and didn't like school I was going to and the house we lived in had a little cottage out back, and a young couple moved into it, and the man seemed to take some interest in me, he was nice and when i was walking to school he was always come by and ask me if i needed a ride and things....on days when i was really down i would stop on the road next to were we lived..it was covered with trees and had a little creek running thru it, and i could just go there and be alone, it got to be almost every time i was there this man was stopping there also, i mean he worked ..but almost everyday when i got out of school and was on my way home, there he was.
He started to sit with me, and after a few times he started touching me, telling me if i told anyone he would come into my bedroom and hurt me,and my family and things, he would make me as a child do horrible things to him, all the while calling me a good girl and still making threats...most of the time it was with my hand until he got off,and he would feel me up and things, and one day he was just gone, i came home from school and they had moved out, for years i was scared he would come in my bedroom and hurt me, or my family. i moved on,
Moved on to what, The father of my children:
He was my first love,Blonde hair, blue eyes, wow...every 16 year olds dream right?
for a while it was all good, his quick temper scared me somewhat, him allowing his father to drunkingly kick me, scared me, But i was taught "Know what side your bread is buttered on" and "you married him, you made you bed, you lie in it".
So i lied in it, the physical abuse didn't start for a couple years, the verberal and mental abuse, Well i guess i just thought it was how it was suppose to be.
Locked into our bedroom while he was gone to work, he would come home at lunch and let me out and put me back in there till he came home at nite. I was suppose to be working on my GED, since he promised my parents IF they would sign the papers for us to get married, he would make sure I got it.
And i did, very soon after that, I realized the early signs the morning sickness and being very tired.
nine months later,I had my first child.
The first year with our child was great, he was a different person, unless he got mad, he thought i should have given him a boy child, I apparently wasn't women enough to give him a boy.
I remember telling my mom, he is mad cause i didn't give him a boy, and ohhh my daughter meant the world to me, she was my reason for living, and for staying with him, Because, After all, That was how it was suppose to be. Do what i was told right?
2 years later, i realized the signs again, praying all along i had a boy for him, about 6 months into my pregency, I made him mad and he threw me down on the bed, when he did, my leg came up between his and i accidently kicked him in the nuts, he just pounced on me and was hitting me, i was trying to protect my stomach and was screaming for him to NOT hurt my baby, and I hear a voice, i didn't realize till later it was his daddy
a few months later i had my second daughter, As soon as i woke up for surgery, one of the first things i heard from him was, I wasn't much of a woman, I failed again to give him his son.
I filed for divorce 6 months later, He came to get them on one of their court appointed weekends and never brought them back home. I know my children don't know everything that went on, and I never had the guts to tell them, they think he is god, and can do no wrong, and i was told he had told them everything that ever went on or went wrong in our life...was my fault and my oldest saw some of it and knows some of it, my youngest was to young and thought her dad walked on water. I just let it go, and let them live their lifes.
I was a lost soul without my kids, just turned 21 divorced and missing my kids, all i knew how to do was be a mother and i craved that.
I started going to bars and drinking alot, trying to forget the pain some i guess,listening to my mother telling me i HAD to get my children back, what would people think, I had NO clue where they even were, he was all over the place out west, it would take a few years before i found them and that was because he called my aunt. I finally started writing to them and sending cards and xmas things, it was all i had for now, I had nothing.
Met a guy, told me he loved me, wanted to marry me, i didn't wanna get married and he was still going thru a divorce, after alot of talking, i finally said yes...i gave up tax return to pay for his divorce and before it even became finally i came home and she was sitting in our house, the same nite he told me she was staying with us a while.
I couldn't handle that, so i left
2 weeks later, he came back, telling me he was sorry and what a mistake he made and like a fool
i went back
less then 6 months later, we were out with friends and i was not feeling well and went home, guess that made him mad cause it made him look badly, He wrapped his belt around his hand and beat me with the buckle, when i would try to crawl away from him, he would pull me back and just continue beating on me, to this day i am not sure what i did.
i left him and met up with his brother, whom got me out of it all, and treated me really nice for years, I wouldn't marry him, for whatever reason, He never hit me but after years the mental and verbal abuse became horrible, I was never a pretty person, and knew this,i was fat i was ugly and i felt just like that.
that is not where the story ends, I wasn't living...i was existing, more in's and outs happened and i lived my life for everyone else.
I worked always, I raised other peoples kids and was made more and more miserable, I was not even alive anymore, I was truly dead inside...I continplated suicide several times, something kept telling me, Just hang on, Your life will truly get better, Within a couple weeks i was online and i thought i was making friends and being so navie about the whole online thing, i was saying where i worked at and all kinds of things, i had talked to this one guy on and off and he got a bit intense for me, i guess i could just see the signs, well i wouldn't meet him and he decided that he would find me and with all the info i had given out, i made it easy for him, he was waiting out back of my work one nite and when i said no, he beat me up pretty badly,broken wrist and knocked out a tooth and well, just really messed me up some.It took me over a year to go back online, I was alot smarter and wiser about some things, I did leave the site i met him on and went to another site that i had some interest in, not sure if I could ever be the same person online as i use to be, it took a while and i guess the computer screen gave me strength and hid me from reality. One nite this man came into the room and not knowing that nite where it was going, a little light came back on in my world.
We talked for hours everyday from that nite on, I didn't care that he was 1,400 miles from me, he was my lifeline and I knew in my heart if i let go, i would surely die, I think i fell in love with him instantly, even tho there was this side of me that was scared to death, wondering, was he gonna be like all the others. Did I have the strength to trust this man, was there anything left of me he would want?
This has been the man i have waited for all my life, his patience and understanding his kind words and warm smile, melted my heart. He is the love of my life and I have no fear of ever being hurt by him, for once in my life, I feel safe with him and for once in my life I truely feel loved.
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