{"id":62,"date":"2024-08-03T14:26:49","date_gmt":"2024-08-03T14:26:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hausofjen.com\/fas370\/?page_id=62"},"modified":"2024-08-04T21:13:15","modified_gmt":"2024-08-04T21:13:15","slug":"fv-my-story","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/hausofjen.com\/fas370\/fv-my-story\/","title":{"rendered":"My Story"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>[et_pb_section fb_built=&#8221;1&#8243; _builder_version=&#8221;4.16&#8243; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][et_pb_row _builder_version=&#8221;4.27.0&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][et_pb_column type=&#8221;4_4&#8243; _builder_version=&#8221;4.27.0&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][et_pb_heading title=&#8221;My Story&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.27.0&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_heading][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.27.0&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p>My first husband had anger issues and was abusive \u2013 but not at first. As the pressures of life grew (money, kids, bills, etc.), so did his anger. My husband pinned me against walls, got in my face, left bruises on my arms where he grabbed me, and my self-esteem took a hit from his biting remarks. My smart mouth and defiant attitude did not help the situation, and at times, caused his anger to escalate. He did not lash out at our two boys, so I thought it was my fault. I covered the bruises with makeup and put on a happy face for everyone. When our oldest son was about 3 years old, my husband got angry with him, picked him up by his upper arms, and shook him like a rag doll. At that point, I felt it was time for us to leave before something bad happened. In the process of going through the divorce, my husband\u2019s mother told me that his father had anger issues at the beginning of their marriage as well \u2013 he hit her, my husband, and his sister. My husband&#8217;s behavior suddenly made some sense to me, as if he justified his behavior by using his father as an example of how a father should act.<\/p>\n<p>After the divorce, the boys came home from a weekend visitation, and I discovered that both boys had hand-shaped bruises on their behinds. I called their father demanding to know how he could do such a thing to our boys. He refused to answer, claiming he did not want to &#8220;incriminate&#8221; himself. I called the police. Officers took each of the boys aside and asked them what happened. Both boys had the same story &#8211; their father got angry and beat them because they got water on the floor the night before during a bath. I pressed charges. Until my case went to court, my ex-husband had to have supervised visitation and go to an anger management class. We had a couple of court dates where officers presented evidence and testimony. The notice for the final court date never came. When I called to ask about it, they told me the case was dropped a few weeks before &#8211; he completed the anger management class and unsupervised visitation was to continue. Talk about a kick in the teeth.<\/p>\n<p>He never left any more bruises on them after that. I found out years later that he did indeed continue to abuse them physically and emotionally when he got angry. They did not want to get \u201cin trouble\u201d for telling me about it \u2013 instead, they merely tried to avoid making him angry. Right before our youngest son graduated high school, he decided he was bisexual, which horrified my ex-husband. He felt gay and bisexual behavior was wrong. When he found out our son had kissed a boy, he made him call me to tell me about it. I suppose my ex-husband thought I felt the same way he did but was sorely disappointed to learn that it did not bother me. At one point, his father told one of our son&#8217;s acquaintances that he did not want anything to do with our son, and our son heard about it. He felt shunned by his father and felt he would never accept him.<\/p>\n<p>Eventually, my son fell in love with a boy, moved to another state and got married. I later learned that my son suffered physical and emotional abuse from his spouse. He left that marriage, and several months later, I helped get him into an apartment in our hometown. We talked every week about how he was doing. He seemed excited to be out on his own, making money in a steady job and had goals and dreams for his future.<\/p>\n<p>That was the story he led me to believe.<\/p>\n<p>In May of 2022, my son committed suicide. In elementary school, both boys were diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes and had to take insulin every day. He allowed himself to go into Diabetic Ketoacidosis and died alone in his bed in his apartment. I was unaware that my son was depressed or was willing to end his life. He always had his happy face on, a great attitude, and always tried to make others smile.<\/p>\n<p>At the funeral home, while we arranged for his cremation, his father said, \u201cI\u2019m just glad I don\u2019t have to worry about him anymore.\u201d What a horrible thing to say. Parents should never have to outlive their children.<\/p>\n<p>A year after his death, I finally cracked into his heavily password-protected laptop and found a letter that he had written to me. He talked about how depressed and confused about himself he was because of his father\u2019s unwillingness to accept him. He also said that it was not the first time he had put himself into DKA on purpose. I knew he had been in and out of the hospital several times with DKA, but I did not realize that it was on purpose until I read his letter. There is so much I did not know, did not see, and I am still trying to wrap my head around it.<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][et_pb_row _builder_version=&#8221;4.27.0&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][et_pb_column type=&#8221;4_4&#8243; _builder_version=&#8221;4.27.0&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][et_pb_image src=&#8221;https:\/\/hausofjen.com\/fas370\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/08\/IMG_20121020_182134-scaled.jpg&#8221; alt=&#8221;a happy kid with face paint&#8221; align=&#8221;center&#8221; _builder_version=&#8221;4.27.0&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; max_width=&#8221;50%&#8221; module_alignment=&#8221;center&#8221; max_height=&#8221;500px&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;][\/et_pb_image][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.27.0&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; text_font=&#8221;|300|||||||&#8221; text_font_size=&#8221;10px&#8221; text_line_height=&#8221;1.3em&#8221; text_orientation=&#8221;center&#8221; custom_margin=&#8221;-25px||||false|false&#8221; global_colors_info=&#8221;{}&#8221;]<\/p>\n<p>a happy kid with face paint. image source: personal photo<\/p>\n<p>[\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][et_pb_row _builder_version=&#8221;4.27.0&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221;][et_pb_column _builder_version=&#8221;4.27.0&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; type=&#8221;4_4&#8243;][et_pb_text _builder_version=&#8221;4.27.0&#8243; _module_preset=&#8221;default&#8221; hover_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243; sticky_enabled=&#8221;0&#8243;]<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.thehotline.org\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">National Domestic Violence Hotline<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/preventchildabuse.org\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Prevent Child Abuse America<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.domesticshelters.org\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Domestic Shelters<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.womenslaw.org\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Women&#8217;s Law<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/diabetes.org\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">American Diabetes Association<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">[\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My first husband had anger issues and was abusive \u2013 but not at first. As the pressures of life grew (money, kids, bills, etc.), so did his anger. 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As the pressures of life (money, kids, bills, etc.) mounted, so did his anger, and he took it out on me. Not to an extreme, and, thankfully, not on our boys, but there were occasions when his anger got the better of him and he lashed out. My husband pinned me against walls with him in my face, bruises on my arms where he grabbed me, and low self-esteem from his biting remarks. <\/p>\n<!-- \/wp:paragraph -->\n\n<!-- wp:paragraph {\"style\":{\"spacing\":{\"margin\":{\"top\":\"16px\"}}},\"fontSize\":\"small\"} -->\n<p class=\"has-small-font-size\" style=\"margin-top:16px\">My smart mouth and defiant attitude did not help the situation, and at times, caused his anger to escalate. He wasn\u2019t lashing out at our two boys up to this point, so I thought it was my fault. I covered up the bruises with makeup and put on a happy face for everyone. When our oldest son was 3 or 4 years old, my husband got angry with him for something, picked him up by his upper arms and shook him like a rag doll. At that point, I knew it was time for me and the children to leave before something really bad happened to one of us. <\/p>\n<!-- \/wp:paragraph -->\n\n<!-- wp:paragraph {\"style\":{\"spacing\":{\"margin\":{\"top\":\"16px\"}}},\"fontSize\":\"small\"} -->\n<p class=\"has-small-font-size\" style=\"margin-top:16px\">In the process of going through the divorce, my husband\u2019s mother told me that her husband had anger issues in the beginning of their marriage as well \u2013 he hit her and my husband and his sister. <\/p>\n<!-- \/wp:paragraph -->\n\n<!-- wp:paragraph {\"style\":{\"spacing\":{\"margin\":{\"top\":\"16px\"}}},\"fontSize\":\"small\"} -->\n<p class=\"has-small-font-size\" style=\"margin-top:16px\">Several years later, after the divorce and after the boys got home from one of my ex-husband\u2019s weekend visitations, I discovered that both boys had hand-shaped bruises on their behinds. I called their father and asked him why they had these bruises. He wouldn\u2019t answer the question, lest he \u201cincriminate\u201d himself in case the call was being recorded. <\/p>\n<!-- \/wp:paragraph -->\n\n<!-- wp:paragraph {\"style\":{\"spacing\":{\"margin\":{\"top\":\"16px\"}}},\"fontSize\":\"small\"} -->\n<p class=\"has-small-font-size\" style=\"margin-top:16px\">I called the police; they took pictures and heard the story from the boys. Their father had gotten angry and beaten them because they had gotten water on the floor the night before when they took a bath. He was arrested and bailed out. Until my case went to court, my ex-husband had to have supervised visitation and go to an anger management class. Other than that, nothing ever came of it. We had a couple of court dates where evidence and testimony were presented. I never got the notice for the final court date, and when I called to ask about it, I was told the case was dropped a few weeks before, that he completed the anger management class, and unsupervised visitation was to continue. <\/p>\n<!-- \/wp:paragraph -->\n\n<!-- wp:paragraph {\"style\":{\"spacing\":{\"margin\":{\"top\":\"16px\"}}},\"fontSize\":\"small\"} -->\n<p class=\"has-small-font-size\" style=\"margin-top:16px\">Talk about a kick in the teeth. <\/p>\n<!-- \/wp:paragraph -->\n\n<!-- wp:paragraph {\"style\":{\"spacing\":{\"margin\":{\"top\":\"16px\"}}},\"fontSize\":\"small\"} -->\n<p class=\"has-small-font-size\" style=\"margin-top:16px\">He never left any more bruises on them, however, I found out years later that he did indeed continue to physically and emotionally abuse them when he got angry. They did not want to get \u201cin trouble\u201d for telling me about it \u2013 instead they just tried to avoid making him angry. <\/p>\n<!-- \/wp:paragraph -->\n\n<!-- wp:paragraph {\"style\":{\"spacing\":{\"margin\":{\"top\":\"16px\"}}},\"fontSize\":\"small\"} -->\n<p class=\"has-small-font-size\" style=\"margin-top:16px\">Right before our youngest son graduated high school, he decided he was bisexual. Apparently, this was not something their (ironically, very Christian) father could abide. He felt homosexual and bisexual behavior was wrong, and when he found out our son had kissed a boy, he made him call me to tell me. Ok, and? I suppose my ex-husband thought I would feel the same way about it but was sorely disappointed to learn that I supported our son and wasn\u2019t bothered by his choice of partners. Our son felt shunned by him and felt that his father would never accept him. At one point, his father told somebody that he wanted nothing to do with him. <\/p>\n<!-- \/wp:paragraph -->\n\n<!-- wp:paragraph {\"style\":{\"spacing\":{\"margin\":{\"top\":\"16px\"}}},\"fontSize\":\"small\"} -->\n<p class=\"has-small-font-size\" style=\"margin-top:16px\">Eventually, my son fell in love with a boy, moved to another state, got married, and unbeknownst to me at the time was physically abused by his spouse. <\/p>\n<!-- \/wp:paragraph -->\n\n<!-- wp:paragraph {\"style\":{\"spacing\":{\"margin\":{\"top\":\"16px\"}}},\"fontSize\":\"small\"} -->\n<p class=\"has-small-font-size\" style=\"margin-top:16px\">Several months later, he left the marriage, ended up back in our hometown, got a place to live with friends, and had a steady job. When he was told that the house they lived in was to be put on the market for sale, I put him in an apartment that he could afford on his own (he didn\u2019t have the money for a deposit) and bought him his first load of groceries to get him started. We talked every week \u2013 about how well he was doing, and he seemed excited to be out on his own, making money, and had goals for the rest of his life. <\/p>\n<!-- \/wp:paragraph -->\n\n<!-- wp:paragraph {\"style\":{\"spacing\":{\"margin\":{\"top\":\"16px\"}}},\"fontSize\":\"small\"} -->\n<p class=\"has-small-font-size\" style=\"margin-top:16px\">That was the story he told me and let me believe.<\/p>\n<!-- \/wp:paragraph -->\n\n<!-- wp:paragraph {\"style\":{\"spacing\":{\"margin\":{\"top\":\"16px\"}}},\"fontSize\":\"small\"} -->\n<p class=\"has-small-font-size\" style=\"margin-top:16px\">In May of 2022, my son committed suicide. Both of our boys were diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes in elementary school, and our younger son had issues keeping himself out of the hospital after he moved out on his own. He allowed himself to go into DKA (diabetic ketoacidosis) and died alone in his bed in his apartment. <\/p>\n<!-- \/wp:paragraph -->\n\n<!-- wp:paragraph {\"style\":{\"spacing\":{\"margin\":{\"top\":\"16px\"}}},\"fontSize\":\"small\"} -->\n<p class=\"has-small-font-size\" style=\"margin-top:16px\">At the funeral home, while we were arranging for his cremation, his father said, \u201cI\u2019m just glad I don\u2019t have to worry about him anymore.\u201d While I kind of understand his reasoning behind it, what a horrible thing to say. Him being alive is better than him sitting in an urn on my desk. Parents should never have to outlive their children. <\/p>\n<!-- \/wp:paragraph -->\n\n<!-- wp:paragraph {\"style\":{\"spacing\":{\"margin\":{\"top\":\"16px\"}}},\"fontSize\":\"small\"} -->\n<p class=\"has-small-font-size\" style=\"margin-top:16px\">I was not aware that my son was depressed or was willing to end his life. He always had his happy face on, a great attitude, and was always trying to make others smile.<\/p>\n<!-- \/wp:paragraph -->\n\n<!-- wp:paragraph {\"style\":{\"spacing\":{\"margin\":{\"top\":\"16px\"}}},\"fontSize\":\"small\"} -->\n<p class=\"has-small-font-size\" style=\"margin-top:16px\">Almost a year after his death, I was able to get into his laptop and found a Word document that he\u2019d written to me. He talked about his father\u2019s unwillingness to accept him for who he was, how depressed he was, how confused about himself he was, how sorry he was for even existing, and this wasn\u2019t the first time he had put himself into DKA on purpose. 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