Several weeks ago, my wife and I drove down to High Springs, FL, the city where her two pedophile parents exist, like scum at the bottom of an old drain pipe, eeking out an existence on the refuse of real life human beings.
I haven’t been prouder of her than that night. We drove a long way just for her to finally tell them what pond scum they are.
As far as we can tell, most of her memories have come through. If anyone else out there has gone through the same harrowing experiences of being raped by a parent, or both parents like my wife, once the memories finally come, they seem to come in spurts. One memory triggering another. One road leading down another. One piece of your heart back at a time…one piece of your humanity…
Child molesters are just about the worst pieces of trash in this broken world. Yet, thieves and people addicted to substances usually get more of a hard time and by far more jail time than them. Justice is a dream.
After we arrived, and they finally answered the door, her father’s whiny nasally voice finally assailed our ear drums. He demanded to know what we were doing there and my wife told him. I stood back and let her do what I know only she could, confront the man she was forced to call father, and the man who forced her to blow him, give him hand jobs, and who sodomized her at least once for not doing a chore.
Within two minutes (we recorded the encounter on our phone), he told my wife’s mother to go call the cops while he “handled” this. Two minutes of confrontation and the child molester threatened (though he never followed through) to call the cops on us.
It’s really difficult not to squash someone who not only raped your wife but is still trying to cover his behind (I know, like he’s going to confess? someone this evil just does what the man who made the “Hillary’s America” tape discovered that all con men do…stick to the con…another words “deny, deny, deny”).
He greeted us bare chested, like he was trying to be intimidating with his 60 year old pasty pot belly.
My wife stuck to her guns and for that I’m so proud of her. My favorite line of the nine minute confrontation, was when he accused her of being crazy (that’s an original one, right?…he’s evil as sin, but he doesn’t have one brain cell left in his balding head) If you don’t know how awful it is to be abused by a parent, intimidated since you were born by a monster, beat up, lied to, etc. you won’t know how amazing she was. When he asked her if she was crazy, trying to turn things on her, like oh so many bullies, she replied like butter, “No are you?!”
She has stood up to them a few times over the decades but not about this…not about all the evil things they had done to her…and after remembering the worst possible moments of her life this year, when she finally confronted them, she was able to stick to her integrity in the actual moment, not 10 hours later or several days or weeks, but in the moment, she turned his accusation right back on him, and he didn’t follow that thread anymore. In the moment! That’s huge! I’m so proud!
However, calling her crazy at all, pissed me off and my “in the shadows” bit was harder to hold, and I told him what for, and called him a child molester to his face, which felt really good. Then out of the shadows that he’d been hiding in, he actually steps up and bares his nasty gross blobby chest to me (I’m 6’2″ and he’s like 5’1″ or something) and says “What’d you call me?”
I repeated what i had said, holding back the healthy impulse to plant my fist in his face. I had brought my hiking stick with me, for just such purposes. I squeezed the stick instead of him, and told him off for raping his own children and nephews. Then my wife continued what she had to say through tears only the people who have a monster for a parent know…
The mom eventually returned with a phone but had not called the police. I told them heartily that we’d love to involve the police. Florida is one of the states without a statute of limitations on the crimes committed against my wife, her brother, and at least their two cousins by these creeps. I don’t understand a statute of limitations on child molestation the more I learn about it all. It can take some people many years or even decades to remember what all of us would fervently want to forget. I volunteered that we all get in our vehicles and continue the discussion at the sheriff’s office. Oddly, they didn’t seem inclined to do this.
After my wife confronted both of them and her dad eventually just ignored us and pretended to be be fooling with the phone, like we’d be afraid of the cops intervening when we’d done nothing illegal, my wife finally had had enough and made her peace that she was only responsible for her actions. She had stood up to the two people who had terrorized and raped and molested her since her earliest memories…the bravest thing that I have ever seen her do…maybe the bravest thing that I have ever witnessed. She had confronted them and they offered only accusations, lies, and omissions. She can’t force them to confess, but she could do what she had done, finally stand face to face and toe to toe with the two demons who had raped her for years, and even let herself cry and bawl in front of them. Which was also incredibly brave to finally show emotion to these monsters…like many of us who grow up with monsters, we learn to kill our hearts in a vain attempt to deprive them of their sustenance…like trying to deprive a shark of the scent of blood. Her parents, like my father, only fed on tears, anger, and hurt. It excited them because they’re sociopaths who show no real emotions of their own but who need to feed off the healthy emotions of those whom they can abuse, torture, and make suffer.
Yet for the first time in a very long time, she reclaimed her tears, knowing now that her emotions are a threat to the people who once devoured them. Healthy emotions drive us to change, to recorrect or redirect our lives and environments. Now as a grown woman and not as the defenseless child, her tears and her anger are a threat to them, as I witnessed how fast he wanted us gone.
The mom wanted to have a longer conversation. She wanted to show my wife, things and cards that my wife had made them while growing up, like “proof” of her happy childhood. She loves to play this dopey southern lady act, and while the father was fuming and trying his best to pretend to be intimidating, his wife was doing her best innocent impression. Like my wife loving her parents as all children do, regardless of how monstrous they are, would be proof that them both raping her for years was just a bad dream. Really sandra?! I wrote all those same kind of letters and cards to my parents, especially as projects in school and Sunday school. I loved my dad like crazy, yet, it never once changed how monstrous he was and is still today. That’s part of what makes raping your own children even more demonic…not that all child abuse isn’t demonic, but raping these bright eyed little precious souls who adore you???! God said it’d be better to have one of those great big giant old mill stones tied to your neck and drowned in the sea than what’s coming for those who prey on children!
Despite their different masks that they wear to hide their sins, they both stick together and lied through their teeth. They’ve been hiding each other’s sins for only God knows just how long, but at least around 40 years. The give away was in their “answers” and responses to the situation, and the simple fear in their eyes. It was good to see fear in their eyes…the fear of the guilty. Fear should be in the eyes of everyone who does such evil.
Finally, the dad just started ignoring us and pretended to call the sheriff, after about 8-9 minutes of confrontation (he couldn’t even stand under 10 minutes of reality and in your face simple questions and truthfulness). He’s dumb as a brick, but it was a basic cordless home phone, and the number for 9-1-1 hasn’t changed. Yet, he had the phone on speaker, and was asking some computerized voice something about the sheriff’s office, while he awkwardly sat on a exercise bike on the porch.
I told him, that we’d take him up on the offer and that we’d meet him at the sheriff’s office. We left and went straight there and formally filed charges against both of them. Funny, they never showed up…
It’s in the hands of God and the legal system now, but hopefully these two could face jail time before long. Two more child molesters behind bars, would mean a safer place for the other kids that live on their street, and in their hometown, and who are exposed to them in anyway. All who are believers, I ask for your prayers for justice for the two monsters who paraded as ministers…as parents…and as good neighbors…all as a front to hide the malicious and insidious evil in their pitiless and utterly remorseless hearts.
Whatever happens in this life, they will stand before the Great White Throne of Judgment when no one will be able to lie ever again (much less stand in the face of true Purity and Holiness and Goodness). They may think that they’ve escaped, like so many others, but no one is getting by with anything. The Bible says that even every idle word spoken we’ll give account for on that day.
—It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God.
Hebrews 10:31
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