At the end of Father's Day I wanted to say. Be thankful for what you have. I don't know what I was to my dad. He always want the flash. The show. The wad of cash in his hand. The fastest car the biggest truck. The hottest wife. When he looked around and thought the smiths had better he left us for a younger woman. And my life from there was never the same. He cared so little he fed us the same meals for more than 2 years. He took us from our mom so he could get the house. I guess somewhere inside he loved us. Somewhere deep in a twisted way. The things he let happen to us were things fathers are suppose to prevent. When I was older he gave me his floor to sleep on for a few months. I was there less than week when his water heater burst. His wife felt I should pay to fix it. So I ended up homeless. There is more to the story here. But it's ugly and only those involved know the truth of what happened to me. Save one person. A Decatur police officer named Mike hall. I used to know his last name. It have been in the early 90s. No one else admits what they did. I was homeless with a toddler. Living in my car. Made to feel like it was my fault. And it was. The one time in my life I stood up and said no you can't treat me that way. I ended up on the street. Between the birth of my oldest. And my college graduation I married her dad out of some stupid sense of what was moral. He was a drunk and a drugger. Worthless. He beat me. Emotionally abused me. When I finally said enough. All the stuff above took place. For a few years I didn't date. I met Rick Bell. He was the father I always dreamed I'd have for my kids. He's honest. Loyal. Devoted. Giving. Respectful. Kind. Thoughtful. Generous. Funny. Hard working. He is all the most wonderful things I could ever hope to be. Through his love and support I've healed a lot of trauma and pain. I've been blessed with a family that's large. Full of life and laughter. Sure there is disappointment and we fight here and there but we love forgive hug laugh and move on. I was brought the most wonderful person to complete me. After a life of illness. Abuses. Bad choices. And pain. He brought me you. And if it's fair in this life. I'll go first so I don't ever have to wake without you. The best husband and father and G-dada there is

At the end of Father's Day I wanted to say. Be thankful for what you have. I don't know what I was to my dad. He always want the flash. The show. The wad of cash in his hand. The fastest car the biggest truck. The hottest wife. When he looked around and thought the smiths had better he left us for a younger woman. And my life from there was never the same. He cared so little he fed us the same meals for more than 2 years. He took us from our mom so he could get the house. I guess somewhere inside he loved us. Somewhere deep in a twisted way. The things he let happen to us were things fathers are suppose to prevent. When I was older he gave me his floor to sleep on for a few months. I was there less than week when his water heater burst. His wife felt I should pay to fix it. So I ended up homeless. There is more to the story here. But it's ugly and only those involved know the truth of what happened to me. Save one person. A Decatur police officer named Mike hall. I used to know his last name. It have been in the early 90s. No one else admits what they did. I was homeless with a toddler. Living in my car. Made to feel like it was my fault. And it was. The one time in my life I stood up and said no you can't treat me that way. I ended up on the street. Between the birth of my oldest. And my college graduation I married her dad out of some stupid sense of what was moral. He was a drunk and a drugger. Worthless. He beat me. Emotionally abused me. When I finally said enough. All the stuff above took place. For a few years I didn't date. I met Rick Bell. He was the father I always dreamed I'd have for my kids. He's honest. Loyal. Devoted. Giving. Respectful. Kind. Thoughtful. Generous. Funny. Hard working. He is all the most wonderful things I could ever hope to be. Through his love and support I've healed a lot of trauma and pain. I've been blessed with a family that's large. Full of life and laughter. Sure there is disappointment and we fight here and there but we love forgive hug laugh and move on. I was brought the most wonderful person to complete me. After a life of illness. Abuses. Bad choices. And pain. He brought me you. And if it's fair in this life. I'll go first so I don't ever have to wake without you. The best husband and father and G-dada there is
by Sandy Bell

June 21, 2015 at 11:40PM
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