On the morning of December 30, 1991, the moment I had been waiting for was about to arrive… When I awoke that morning Jack was already awake. I found him sitting at the kitchen table rolling cigarettes and drinking coffee. I could tell by his body language and the way he was slamming the cigarette... Continue Reading →

When I woke the following day, I could not believe what had taken place over the last twenty-four hours. I was shocked that I had stood up to Jack. I was even more shocked that the day did not end in violence. As I walked into the kitchen I noticed that the rest of the house... Continue Reading →

I knew from the doctor that I had about six seeks before Jack would be trying to attempt to rape me again. That meant I had six weeks to come up with a plan to save my daughter and myself. For the next four weeks, I did my best to adapt to being a mother.... Continue Reading →