Abused, Used and Loved

Abused, Used and Loved Abused, Used and Loved

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The life of Angela from 3 over the next 63yrs Abused, Used and Loved

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The life of Angela from 3 over the next 63yrs Abused, Used and Loved

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Submitted: May 22, 2015

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Angela was a sweet little girl of 3 years old in 1951 when her beautiful 27 year old mother Dorothy, died of a heart attach at her brother in laws home in front of the State Fair of Texas in Dallas. Angela’s baby sister Brenda had just died the month before. Her father was fighting the war in Korea, so her father made arrangements for her to stay with a foster family until the war was over and he could come home. Dorothy, Angela and her baby sister had moved from Connecticut and only been in Dallas for 2 months. Angela moved in with a family with a couple of other children and stayed there a little over one year and then moved in with an older couple that did not have any children. She would stay there until she was almost 6 years old. The month before she turned 7 her father came on got her and she moved in with him and his new wife, Jill.

Jill was pretty on the out side but very mean and hateful on the inside. She was not nice to Angela and beat her with a belt almost every day, while Angela’s father was at work. She believed in the old ‘spare the rod, spoil the child’ saying. Angela was always covered with bruises from the belt because Jill would make Angela strip naked when she beat her.

Jill would grab one of Angela arms and hold her to keep her from getting away. This went on until Angela finally left home at age 19, after standing up to Jill. Sometimes the beatings were so bad Angela could not sit down.  She cried every night when she went to bed and begged God to give her courage. Finally he did.

Angela never had any friends, because they saw her arms and legs, so no one ever came to play at her house. The teachers and principals knew but did nothing, because Jill was the room mother and the PTA president for several years. The children at school were always mean to Angela and teased her constantly.

 

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When Jill was 15 she went on her first date and was raped. Angela told no one, but Jill got mad because she came home early from the movie. Jill told her mom had seen it before, and that her date would not keep his hands off of her so she called his dad to pick them up and take her home but she accused her of being a whore and grounded Jill a couple until she knew that she was not pregnant.

A couple of months later she went on another date with a boy she met at the Walnut Hill recreation center in Dallas. He was very nice and they ended up dating until she graduated from high school. John was a Catholic boy and went to Jesuit High School. They would go the Gemini Drive In on Central Expressway and neck, later it because sex, sex and more sex in the back of his mothers station wagon until he left to go to college. She also dated other boys during to the same time. There were 2 other Johns that she dated, one had graduated from Jesuit and had a brother named Jim that went to Jesuit and the other John went to Thomas Jefferson High School. Jill’s mother really liked the John from Jefferson. She said he was real cute. Jill liked him too and watched him to fuck her in the worst way but he said it was wrong so we never did.  He was tall and played on the football team and had a band. The other John was going to the University of Dallas, he really liked Jill a lot and even when he joined the army in 1968 he wrote letters to her. He wanted Jill to be His girl.

 

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The next year Jill graduated from high school and the following January moved out of her parent’s home. Jill had a job at an telephone answering service on Oak Lawn and Blackburn and got a 2 bedroom furnished apartment for $100 a month rent, in Pleasant Grove called the Piedmont, it was old military housing off of Military Parkway. The following fall I registered for college and went to El Centro Junior College in Downtown Dallas. It was in the old Sanger Harris building. This was where I met my future husband Dennis Randal. He was nice to me, but he was over weight and got a job at Texas Instruments in Richardson. They made him lose 65 lbs to keep his job. He did it in a few months. He was a product of a divorce and his father beat his mother until she divorced him and then his father kidnapped him and took him to Las Vegas when Dennis was 7 year old. His mother found him when he was 15 and the damage had been done. His father beat him all those years. He moved back in with his mother who had remarried to a man that worship his mother, and then he was killed by a drunk driver going the wrong way on Hwy 183 in Irving.

Dennis asked me to marry him when he got a notice from the draft board that he had to report the next Monday. He was afraid that if he had to fight in the Viet Nam war he would not come back except in a box and he wanted to take care of me. We had a rush wedding in the living room of my parents that weekend. They thought I was pregnant. After we got married that night we drove straight to the Hemisphere in San Antonio. We spent our wedding night in the car; he was too cheap to get a room in a motel. We got to San Antonio the next day and came back early Monday morning dropping him off at the draft board off. He failed the physical and did not get drafted after all. He called me and I came to pick him up. We spent the next few months of our marriage in my Piedmont apartment because it was cheap. I had no idea what an absolute slob Dennis was but I shortly found out. He never took a bath and always smelled, never put things away, dishes everywhere, clothes everywhere, disgusting to say the least. When it came to sex he was the every ready bunny, seven times a day. We had sex more than we eat. Sex when he woke up, sex before and after breakfast, sex when we got home and sex after dinner, sex at bed time, sometimes he woke me up in the middle of the night for sex too.

I was terrified that if I didn’t give him sex he would beat me. After 3 months of marriage I had not had a period, I thought I was pregnant and went to the doctor. Fortunately I wasn’t, but the old doctor could tell that I had been sexually abused by Dennis. He told me that I should never have children with him and immediately put me on birth control pills. The doctor told me to come to his office to get them when I ran out. I stayed on them over 4 years. A few months later we moved to a nice apartment on LBJ freeway across from the Marriott. Dennis became more abused and beat me almost every day. We took a trip to Las Vegas to meet his grand parents and he was driving through Las Cruses on the way back home when he turned a corner and rear ended an old car that was just stopped in the middle of the road, with no tail lights on. Our car was totaled. Dennis called is dad and dear old dad drove there to pick us up and bring us back to Dallas.

We didn’t have a car for months. Fortunately, I had a bicycle and had to ride it everyday to the nearest bus stop which was on Preston Rd to get to my job in downtown Dallas. Dennis had lost his job a TI and slept all day and was not looking for a job. I had enough of that and threatened to leave him or quite my job to force him to get one. He finally got a job at the 7-11 one block away. A few months later we moved because we couldn’t afford the rent any longer. We moved to Bowser in Oak Lawn. He worked for another 7-11 near Central expressway on the east side that was closer.  One night he and one of the other employees traded off and the store was robbed that night and the other attendant was severely beaten and shot in the head. He other guy was never the same. Dennis somehow got a job with Southwestern Bell, that didn’t last long because he was stealing equipment from them and selling it. The beating he gave got worse and worse. One day he fired a gun next to my head. I couldn’t hear for a week and nearly lost my job. I had been working 80 hours a week when he was unemployed. Sometimes the only meals I had were from the snack machines at work. We never had food at the apartment and never went out to dinner. I had gotten down to 85 lbs when I decided enough was enough. And that I had to leave. I called my parents and told them all that had happened, my father got and attorney and I filed for divorce. One of my friends helped me to move out the day he was served his papers. A few days after I left him he followed me after work and broke the back window out of my car. He was so mad at me. I was scared to death he would kill me right there. He told me that if I did move back in that he would kill me. I had no choice. I did move back in with him but never unpacked and I told him I would only stay if he didn’t force me to have sex with him. He told me he would change. He didn’t and I left again at the end of the 90 days and went to court the next day and got the divorce. He was pissed when he found out I wanted my maiden name back.

I continued working at the same job I had had since I was 19 at the telephone answering service and then changed jobs a few months later. Then I met a young man Tommy, and we had a on/off and on/off again relationship until I was 36 years old. (He killed himself because I wouldn’t leave my husband to be with him.)

 

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I started dating a few months later and ended up marrying a former sailor, which dad liked. I joined a computer dating company to find a boyfriend. One of the guys was Mike. He was 5 years older than me. I really don’t know even now why I married him. He did not have a good job, but he worked at a bank, he was a little feminine, insecure, etc. Our marriage only lasted 14 months. At 24, I decided I didn’t want to get married again.

 

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At 26 I went back to the dating service and they set me up for some dates. Some were not so good. Then I met my future husband, Vern who was well educated, had a good job at bell Helicopter, had 2 nice cars and knew where he was going and how to get there. We were married on Valentine’s Day of ‘76. The following July we moved into the first house he bought me. I never thought anyone would love me enough to buy me a home, but he did. We lived there for 3 years and had our first child in that home.

The young man Tommy, that killed himself found me within a couple of weeks of my getting pregnant. Then when I got pregnant again with our second child we started looking for another house. Tommy found me again shortly after getting pregnant.

When my child was about 2 ½ years old, I had a miscarriage and Tommy called me and convinced me he loved me and wanted me to be with him. I left my husband and moved in with him.  This was such a bad mistake on both of our parts. After 10 days I went back to my husband, he was totally crushed and didn’t understand why I had left him. I was stupid and it was hurtful for me to do that to both of them. I was very lucky that my husband took me back. He didn’t have to I had abandoned our child and walked out of our marriage for the wrong reasons.  We went to marriage counseling to get back on track. My husband didn’t deserve the pain and agony I had put him through.

The second time we moved it was a brand new never lived in home. We lived there for 5 years. When I got pregnant a 3rd time, again Tommy found me when I was 3 weeks along and saw me again when I was 4 months along.  We moved when into another house when I was 5 months pregnant the week before Christmas. It was so uncanny how he sensed me every time. The last time I talked to Tommy he had called me on the telephone on January 7th, his birthday and wanted to see me again. I told him that I couldn’t. My husband was building me, my dream home and the children had very busy schedules with soccer and dance and football that I had to take them to. He told me that my husband was a good man and that I needed to stay with him and that my husband loved me. He told me that every time he called or saw me he had wanted to ask me to marry him, but I was taken or pregnant, so I needed to have a good life with my husband and that he would not bother me anymore. I found out a few months later that Tommy had shot himself within a few minutes of hanging up the phone. I still think that if I had of seen Tommy he would not be dead now.

 

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My family has lived in this house since 1998. I love our home. It is exactly the home I dreamed of and more when I was in high school. We have acreage with a creek, lots of huge oak trees, a swimming pool, 5 big bedrooms with their own bathrooms, formal living room, formal dining room, family room office, study, media room, over sized garage for four cars, utility room and future area rooms, gobs of storage areas and huge attic on the 3rd floor.

I could not be more proud of my husband truly loves me.  He shows it to me everyday. Sometimes I wonder what in the world I did to deserve this wonderful man that I have share nearly 40 years with. He has his owns business and is very successful. He is unselfish of his time, giving to our church, charities and our children’s and grandchildren’s schools. He even set up scholarships for the schools. He is a great son, brother, husband, father and grandfather to our 4 children and 6 grandchildren, nieces, nephews and cousins.

 

 


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