The most difficult challenge in the rebuilding of my life came after I not only tried to give my life for the truth but my life was almost taken from me by people I trusted and said they loved me and would never hurt me. I left with my kids because we where left in a house that had no heat and no food and it was about to freeze where we would have been trapped, while Jeffery was at my sisters house and refused to come and get us. After we were gone for a couple months, Jeffery, Zack, Ricky, Dawn, Sarah, Amanda, Dakota, Patty, Anthony, Ashley and a few other people started harassing me and the apartment complex I was staying in and then called CPS on me to try and get the kids removed. I sold everything I had to pay for my lawyer I ran out of money and Jeffery filed a TRO with a Affidavit that he committed purjury on saying that CPS had removed the kids from my care, when it was my mother and Jeffery’s mother who came and got them. The day before this was filed and had happened, Dawn had went to the school with CPS and removed her without my knowledge, I was frantic I filed a missing child’s report, I had Alvarado and Joshua PD looking for her, I had my lawyer looking for her, it took me hours to figure out where she was, when I got the call that Dawn was hiding her in her house in Joshua, that I was in my rights to go get her. I had to ask to use the car I just sold so that I could go get my daughter, half way there the Chief of police in Alvarado called me back again after calling me to let me know where she was and to go get her, and told me that the father had shown up already and that because he had her I couldn’t pick her up anymore, he told me it was his opinion and best interest of the kids to file for emergency custody. I told him I didn’t have the money to do that because I had just used it all to pay for the lawyer I had. Having to turn back around and having the sinking feeling in my gut that my daughter was just kidnapped by my own family was an unexplainable feeling of betrayal, anger, hurt and fear. After all of that had happened I ended up having to move my truck from place to place because I was being harassed and stalked by Jeffery, Dawn and Jeffery’s friends. I ended up getting a job then was given a place to live for someone I thought or wanted to believe was a good person after realizing he was trying to steal my truck and he had stole all of my stuff and sold it for drugs and then had to move from there and stayed with a guy named Wyatt. This new situation got so bad that the second time he strangled me and tried to break my kneck I admitted myself into the psych ward after he ran from the police and assaulted me. After spending a week in the hospital, I stayed the night with a friend and then got picked up by someone I had known for 15 years and had even dated back in high school and he let me live with him, helped me get my truck and my things from Wyatt and I even thought that was going until it wasn’t. I had two of my friends over helping them, they were doing laundry and we where all hanging out they needed showers so they went to the bathroom. In the blink of an eye Steven the one I was living with and dating at the time had snapped for someone reason, drug me out of the bedroom threw me into the dinning room table. He then drug me out of the house and through me across the back porch I got up nd ran for the banister of the steps he tried to pry me off of them and he’d butted me. He got behind me and put me into a strangulation choke hold. I knew that was most likely going to be the way I died. So I gave in I let my body relax because there was no way of getting out of the hold he had me in, everything started to go black and I felt like I was going to pass out, and then he felt my hands drop and my body relax and he dropped me on the porch told me to get up that he didn’t hurt me and it wasn’t that bad. I had to lay there for a while to regain myself and then he made me take my friends home, he sat on the couch staring at us with a violent look on his face like at any moment he was going to snap again. I drop them off come back I went into the bathroom, after looking at all the scratch’s cuts and swelling I took pictures. I got ahold of my cousin and told him that I couldn’t do any of it anymore. I gave him all my passwords, evidence and messages so that when I died everyone would not only know the truth but even though I wouldn’t have gotten justice and safety for myself I would have Groton it for my kids. I attempted overdose with a large amount of drugs which should have either killed me or made me brain dead but somehow I woke up in bed when I played on the floor so that when I passed out I wouldn’t get anymore marks on my body for when my kids had to bury me. I had reached a point that I realized not only did everyone want me dead which I didn’t understand why but I was 100% ready to give my life for my kids and the truth of everything. After all of this and more which will be told in more chapters, I survived, made it back to my kids and attempted to leave again after I had to physically defend my self and protect myself and my kids which I ended up going to jail for. After I got out I was dead set on doing what the CO’s and my psychiatrist told me to do in jail, take my kids and leave. I did that, and that’s when I met my second husband, I met him in a time where I didn’t want a relationship or anything to do with men. He was patient with me and stayed by my side through it all. We then lost the place we were living because of his mom, my new husband, and had to live in hotels for 8 months then we worke d ourselves up to the apartment we live in now, with my three kids that I fought tooth and nail for, even after filing false allegations and trying to lie and harass and threaten me. Now we are just trying to focus on not only getting justice for the kids and myself but we are making sure that nothing like that is ever a part of our lives again.