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8.6.2008

My date molested my 4-year old son

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Infidelity Stories Return to Infidelity Stories My date molested my 4-year old son Article submitted by: Archive Originally Posted January 20, 2006 Member MissLuvly, Minnesota Warning: VERY long With so many single women with children on this site who are dating I feel the need to help you look out for those other red flags. Sadly enough, it is from my own experience and the consequences that my oldest son (who is now 23) have faced. I will start out with my story.  I have never told it on this or any other site. It has hurt too deeply. The guilt, sadness and anger still are resonating in my heart. It happened 19 years ago. I was 20 years old I had a baby a month after I had turned 17.  The year was 1986.  I was recently laid off from work and was applying for any job that I could find.  I went in to apply for a job that was exactly what I had been doing before, except it wasn‘t a management position.  I got an interview.  The boss who interviewed me was a hotty (or so I thought at the time).  He didn‘t hire me, it turns out that they were really going out of buisness (at that location) and he didn‘t have use for a manager. A week later I am out with my girlfriends at a bar listening to a band.  He was there. I had never went up to a guy before and hit on him.  I decided that I would at least go up and say hi.  He didn‘t seem very interested, in fact he was kind of aloof.  This threw me, and interested me because I had never had that happen before. **red flag** (not really interested in women). We did end up dating. Since the place closed down for him here he had to move to another location a couple of hundred miles away. At first he didn‘t even want me to come visit. Then he calls one day and tells me he wants to see me.  I drive the 200 miles to see him. When I get there, we go out to his car to find a rose on his windsheild wiper and a note from a girl saying she was sorry and why did he break up with her?  For some reason I didn‘t take that red flag either. After that he really changed. He started tellig me he loved me, wanted to marry me etc. I kept my house but temporarily moved with him. He then needed someone to help manage the store there. One day he tells me that he trusts me enough to manage the place that day.  He tells me that he is going to stay with my son. I had no ill feelings....he had messed with my self esteem enough (on how before he didn‘t know if I could handle the job) that I went for it. When I got back my 4 year old son was telling me that he hated Paul. Something had changed in his eyes that day. I see it now plain as day, I didn‘t see it then. Paul told me it was because my son was jealous of "our relationship".  He didn‘t ask me to watch the store after that (thank god). That one never actually made it to open due to city politics and taxes. So he went on to another, and I followed along.  Because of moving and things being so up in the air my mother offered to take care of my son until we got an apartment. God bless her for that.  It was at this time that I started discovering the real Paul. He was a horrible manager. He would essentially go to the bar and I was doing his job. I found out that he was addicted to cocaine.  I ended up getting another job besides to support us. One day he told me that he wanted to go visit some old friends of his. We went to the gas station to fill up my car (he had lost his due to non-payment). When I went in to pay for the gas I discovered there was NO MONEY in my wallet. I couldn‘t understand where it had gone. I had over $300 in tip money alone.  I went out to the car confused and was regretting having to tell him that someone had stolen my money. HE handed me the money.  It was HIM that had taken all my money out of my purse. When I told him it was him he started yelling at me about accusing him of stealing from me.  He spent all of my money that weekend on cocaine, took my keys so that I could not leave and of course he never went to sleep so that I could sneak away. I did get rid of him a few weeks after that. He hit me, and put a knife to my throat threatening me when I told him that I wanted to break up. He did leave, but took all of my money with him. A month later my son and I were in a restaurant. He was misbehaving badly.  As a normal mother I couldn‘t leave because the food was coming, so I took him into the bathroom to have a talk with him. My intentions were to tell him that he either had to behave or we were leaving, and that if we had to leave he would get a spanking. He started to cry and was so overly scared, I had never seen him this way and he had never reacted this way to me. A year and a half later things weren‘t adding up and I was suspicious that something had happened, but I didn‘t really know who, where or what.  I sat down and asked him. The horror story that this 5 year old boy told me brought me to my knees.  I tried to stay calm, but I couldn‘t. It was far worse than I had ever imagined. The more he told the worse it got. That day that Paul had sent me to do his job as a manager he raped my son. He put a knife to my baby‘s throat and he sodomized him. He threatened to kill him. He told my son that I was a drunk and that I would never figure out what was going on. He told my son that if he ever told me that he would kill me. My poor baby who was only 4 years old at the time had all this on his shoulders. I called the police. They took the report and did NOTHING  with it. I called the police advocates office. They finally did call me back to tell me they hadn‘t did anything with the case (at this time for 3 years) because it was not in their jurisdiction. I took my son to psychologists, psychiatrists and anyone that I thought could help him. Once he had told me he started wetting the bed and defacating in his pants in the daytime. I learned later that this was a classic symptom. I knew nothing about it until then. I became an obsessed woman. I couldn‘t find Paul and it‘s a good thing that I haven‘t, for him. To this day he is the only person I could murder and not ever look back. I called all the bars he used to hang out at.  I told everyone that he knew that he was a pedophile. I sent posters with his picture on it. I scoured the internet looking for him and calling every Paul Heath there was in the country. If I had found him I actually had plans for his death. I felt that was the only way I was going to make my baby okay again. As I am writing this I am still crying. We did finally see a psychologist who helped me, I wish he could have helped my son. He said to me "Did you know that this was happening? or going to happen?"  The thought had never occured to me. No, I had no inklling. He then said "Then how could this be your fault?" Those words finally sunk in after about 3 months. It helped me to release some of the guilt. I think that my son however now blames me.  We were victims. In the 80‘s we were affraid for our little girls from the weird man that lived down the street. No one told you to be affraid that a boyfriend would do this. Didn‘t they all look the same? In their 50‘s and gross? Who knew that they would be attracted to little boys too? Since this has happened I have been the overly protective mother. My husband has a hard time understanding it.  He gets upset because we can‘t seem to find a sitter that I trust. We haven‘t gone out a lot because of it. Here is what I have learned.  Here are the signs that I look out for.  1. ANYONE who out of the goodness of their heart just loves kids and wants to babysit for you. 2. People who try to be alone with your child. For instance: You were so busy with the other kids I helped him go to the potty. 3. Pedophiles will come into your life and try to be your friend to get to your children. They will even give tickets to get away somewhere with your hubby. Then offer to babysit while you are away. 4. They do not have an interest in the opposite sex.  They may have some significant other that you have never met. An intenet relationship that they are madlly in love with and plan to marry. This is their cover. Or on the flip side they are married to a wife who knows his preference but prefers to say nothing. 5. People that just up and buy gifts for your child. They want to take them to amusement parks or have a huge collection of yugio cards. They may have several pets that draw children to them. Pretty dogs, cats, rabbits. 6. He makes frequent references to children in exalted or exaggerated terms such as "pure," "innocent," "God sent," "blissful" and other descriptive labels that seem inappropriate and excessive. Remember that a pedophile cannot help the way he behaves and therefore will inadvertently reveal aspects about himself during speech. 7 .He is over 30 years of age, single and has few or no friends his own age. He may also have frequent and unexplained changes of residence. He may be unable or unwilling to discuss why he lost his last job. He may have a military discharge that he cannot explain and a past that he can not easily talk about. 8. He has systematic and prolonged access to children. Pedophiles, because of the wide age disparity between themselves and their victims, cannot just hang around children. The pedophile has to find a way to legitimize his contact with kids. He usually accomplishes this by obtaining employment in a field where he is forced to deal with children on a daily basis. Jobs like schoolteachers, bus drivers, camp counselors, photographers and sports coaching(14) serve their needs perfectly. They will always volunteer for activities in which they are left alone with children with no parental supervision (Lanning, p. 19). Some of these are mine, based on experience the others were from: http://www.crimelibrary.com/criminal_mind/psychology/pedophiles/7.html We had a "family friend" who gave us tickets to an NFL football game. He fit all of these stereotypes. He then offered to babysit. Needless to say we declined. He is no longer a family friend. I have discussed him in a previous post. I do not understand for the life of me why you can get life in prison for robbing a federal building, but pedophiles get let out to do their crimes over and over again.  We need to change this in every state. I think they should get the death penalty. I am sorry this has been such a long post. This eats at my heart. If just one child gets saved because you were on the look out. It is more than worth it. If you suspect someone, do not turn away. Find a way to turn them in. Even if it is not your child. Pedophiles repeat what they do several times over to as many children as they can as long as there is silence.

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9.1.2008

For the...

...disobedient children...?

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9.1.2008

Is this pretty...

...and nice:

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20.12.2007

Where is

my hand

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3.10.2007

Gardens by "Doc"

 

 

HIS name was Tommy boy.
At least that's what everyone called him that knew him well. This is his story.
Although nobody ever believed his stories.
Today, the inner pain lay buried somewhere in the depths of his upper body; it felt like a cross between a slipped disc and a coronary. It had begun after a conversation earlier in the evening, a much too prolonged talk with his psychiatrist.
''What do you want to talk about today, Tommy?'' Dr. Wilson had asked, lighting his pipe. The smell of cherries filled the room, a sweet smell, but Tommy considered it a stagnant odor, like burning manure. Dr. Wilson thought it smelled of class; Tommy thought it reeked of shit.
''This is the story of Tommy,

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4.5.2007

The Shaded Angel 2: The Gatehouse

 

by Kris Schmidt

I found myself in a large, open room. There were other people there, having appeared just as I did. We were all strangers; no one knew one another, how we had arrived or where we were. The room was immense like a hangar; a cylindrical shape with a high vaulted ceiling. The floor sloped down slightly toward the opening at the end. We all walked slowly toward the opening because of the view outside. At the end the floor stopped at a raised platform. The platform seemed to be ground level because it ran all the way outside. When we got to the platform immediately we knew not to step onto it, but we didn't know why. Outside the room the ground was flat and seemingly made of rock. It continued for a distance and then seemed to stop, as if there was a cliff. Well beyond the cliff's edge there was a range of coppery-colored mountains which seemed to hold up the sky. Beyond them the yellow sky turned black and smoky.

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4.5.2007

The Shaded Angel

DESCENT INTO HELL

by Kris Schmidt

I've all the demons of hell in my head;
My only salvation is to vent them on paper!
- de Sade, Quills I felt the anger within begin to change me. As my enemies threw themselves upon me, I began to grow stronger. As the mountain of bodies above me grow larger, the world began to grow dark. In the midst of all, I came to realize blind rage. In that moment I felt an immense strength explode through my being.

An arm entered my view and I wrapped my hand around it. I squeezed it and felt the skin buckle and the bone splinter. Feeding on my fury I pulled it towards me. A momentary pause, then with a sickening crunch it came free. I felt the power now. I fed on it like a hungry savage. Suddenly I was no longer afraid.

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4.5.2007

Death By Dishonour

 

by: Wyatt

It was hard to say who was who. For a moment, they all were the same. We all stood around the fire. The building was no longer there.

We, were murderers. We had burned down the building, thinking it was empty, then we heard it, the screams. The man inside had been frying while we stood outside laughing, at least until we heard it.

He was a janitor. A clean up man. But still...we, had killed him. Just a group of teenage friends looking for a kick. I stood next to my girlfriend, Kate. She had a horrible look on her face. She knew, what she had ultimately done. She and the others, including me, had committed manslaughter.

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4.5.2007

The Thirteenth Party

 

by Sandy Moran

I started having Halloween parties back in '90, cause Renee Jenkins sold her house and moved to the Virgin Islands. Renee always threw a hell of a Halloween Party, and she had the perfect house for it, real old with a kind of classy but funky atmosphere. I loved that house. Whenever I pass by it, I wonder if the people who are living there now ever have half as much fun as we did back then.

Anyway, after Renee left town, there were no Halloween parties for a couple of years. I was married to Rick then, and the thought of having one of my own never occured to me until I found myself unmarried to Rick, managing a music store, and living on my own in a little house way out in the country. The closest neighbor was down the road a piece, and the house was surrounded by woods on three sides. It was a little spooky for me living out there by myself, but I had my dog Normie, and my friends were always coming over.

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4.5.2007

Capital Z

by: Wyatt Terwilliger

His eyes opened to the shade of his room. He leaned over and looked at the big red glowing numbers on his alarm clock. 8:07... He slowly got up and after wiping the crust from the corners pf his eyes, he walked like a zombie over to his dresser. There he pulled from the second draw a pair of jeans, blue, faded around the knee and thigh area. He pulled them over the boxers he went to bed in the night before.

Well that only took five minutes... if he were more awake it would have only taken him about two...even with the tremendous effort of tossing on anew pair of under shorts! He then noticed that his mouth was very dry. He opened the door and began walking to the kitchen.

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26.11.2006

The Rules

The Rules

"When we first met," he began, "I thought you sang like a sheep with constipation."

Between coughs - she had just taken a sip of her wine - she managed to ask, "Is that something you learned in your farm labouring days? How constipated sheep sing?"

Actually &" he hesitated. "No, I've already revealed one secret. It's now time to hear one of yours."

They had tossed a dice to decide who took first turn in the game. He had thrown a six against her meagre two.

Her calm eyes rested on his face. "I can catch up later. Tell me what you were going to say. What's your next secret?"

"I don't have a cousin in Pembrokeshire, and I've never helped on a farm in my life. I made up that story. "She waited for him to say more. "I was in prison," he admitted.

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26.11.2006

A Good Head Start

 

A Good Head Start

The idea was crazy, it was ridiculous. But as soon as she saw the dark green car behind her, she knew she was being followed.

"Why?" she asked herself. She had not stolen anything. "At least, not money," a duplicitous voice in her head whispered. "Only love. And other people's dreams."

Impatiently she brushed away the tears that blurred the lonely, winding road ahead. She had had no chance but to climb into her battered red MG and escape. From Danny, and from the trap she had let herself fall into. "Again," murmured the treacherous inner voice.

This time had been no different from the others. She had stayed too long this time, that was all.

 

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26.11.2006

Three Moons

Three Moons

Again it gave her pleasure to be inside the room and unable to hear the sounds of her family living their lives. Again, the pleasure made her feel guilty.

There was nothing wrong with taking a break from them, but it could only be a short break. There were so many things she had to do. Every day it was like that. She could not afford to lose slices of time from her life. She needed to be careful that she was not away from the family for too long.

"Adam" she had called softly after leaving the room, the first time she had gone right in and closed the door. Outside was a different kind of silence from inside. "Becca?"

As she went along the hallway, she heard the drone of the television. Upstairs she found Becca asleep and Adam curled up in bed. "Night, Mum, " he whispered sleepily when she kissed him.

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23.11.2006

An Unfortunate Accident

An Unfortunate Accident

 

"What did you say your name was?" he asked, as I closed the front door behind us.

"Lianne," I said. Lianne Lawless." I knew it sounded unlikely but I didn't care. Saying the name made the inside of my mouth tingle.

I didn't know his name. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that ever since he had first glanced up, in the bar, and noticed me looking, tiny fish had been swimming through my veins.

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23.11.2006

The Train Journey

The Train Journey

I chose the empty carriage hoping to be alone with my memories.

The guard waved his flag, then blew his whistle and the train began to move slowly away, Then with a rush the train door opened and a fat middle aged woman about my own age heaved herself into a seat opposite to myself.

Keeping my eyes lowered I pretended to be reading the newspaper on my lap, while I observed out of the corner of my eyes her thick set legs dangling inches from the floor. The train began to gather speed and at the same time her fat legs swung back and forth in time with the motion of the train.

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14.11.2006

Things not seen

Things Not Seen     I couldn’t put my finger on it but it was there. Lurking in the darkness where my eyes couldn’t see. There had been a killer on the loose for some time now. 2 victims, 2 kids. Convenient, All four victims were all

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6.11.2006

A QUIET RAGE

A QUIET RAGE
I always remember how hard it was to hear. Not that there was anything wrong with my hearing, but the thoughts that ran through my mind at a constant pace were so loud they drowned out everything else.

There would be times my body would betray me, freezing in place, when what I did hear upset me, usually the sound of someone yelling. This was just..the way it was..and I didn't know any better. I never just enjoyed a sunset; it made me weep. A petty quarrel would become a dark silent rage. When I was happy, I was delirious. My times of sadness were so intense I wanted to die. All of this was hidden behind an impenetrable mask I felt compelled to maintain at all costs.

 

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1.11.2006

Atishoo, Atishoo, We're Going Down

Atishoo, Atishoo, We’re Going Down

Since the accident my life had undergone a dramatic and unbelievable transformation. I guess that after being involved in a plane crash it would be foolish to believe that everything would ever seem exactly the same again, but the changes that I experienced go beyond anything that anyone could ever have foreseen.

My name is Jack Franklin, and I’m one of the actors referred to in the headline. Over the past ten years or so I’ve made quite a name for myself in Hollywood, appearing in no less than six block busting movies. The other gentleman that was in the plane with me when it went down, with the exception of the pilot, was Charles Durrant - an equally successful actor, and treasured friend.

 

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27.10.2006

AN ACTIVE IMAGINATION

AN ACTIVE IMAGINATION

The thud came again.

Rose clicked the television silent, straining her ear against the storm that splattered the roof with a mixture of rain and hail. Tentacles of delicate fog raked across the window glass seeking shelter from the thunderous wrath of the gale winds.

The soft thump came from the basement, as though someone, or something, had knocked a book to the floor. Rose gripped the arms of the chair and cursed her husband for leaving her alone on a night like this, knowing she was fearful of storms, empty houses and prowlers, however imaginary they might be. She'd already lit every lamp and overhead light in the house, but they failed to dispel the damp, dreary feeling of impending doom.

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16.7.2006

The Chair of Grace

 

 

 

I was about to put my feet up to read a good book when there was a knock on my door.

 

It was a policeman, one Detective Sergeant Rydon.

 

Rydon and I have worked together unofficially for several years.

 

Whenever he gets a case that is unusual or involves the occult he'll ask for my opinion.

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16.7.2006

Madame Blanshard's Cellar

 

 

 

People say that the past, good or bad, has a habit of catching up with you.

 

Now that my past has caught up with me, two things feature most strongly in my mind:

 

guilt and fear, but mostly fear.

 

Let me begin this story now, ten years on.

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16.7.2006

Forget me not

 

 

It was a cold, wet and windy night and Jane had been driving for over nine hours.

 

She was going to spend a week in the Lake District with Susan, a friend she hadn't seen for seven years.

 

They grew up together but went their separate ways soon after leaving university.

 

 

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16.7.2006

Wolfjackal

 

 

 

I'm going to central Europe to see if I can trace the ancestral history of the Wolfjackal family.

 

If anything should happen to me while I'm there I want this record of the events of the last twenty-four hours to go to the police.

- - - - -

My name's Sarah.

 

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16.7.2006

The Veil

 

 

 

Kim was on her way back from Italy where she'd been negotiating loans for her merchant bank in Paris.

 

Her schedule had been so busy that she'd missed the train with her sleeper reservation.

 

So she tipped a guard to let her know if any of the cabins turned out to be free.

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16.7.2006

The Laughing Boys

 

 

 

Of the many case files I have piled up in my study the story of the notorious

 

"laughing boys"

 

stands out.

 

The name was a flattering way to describe Matthew and Sebastian, two twelve-year-olds who had terrorised their local community, subjecting them to so-called practical jokes - but not the kind that made you laugh.

 

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16.7.2006

The Deadly Game

    

 

 

 

Four innocent people are about to go on a journey through hell and near damnation for no fault of their own.

 

The only reason they have been chosen for this deadly task is that they have turned up in the wrong place at the wrong time.

 

The four victims are unaware of the dangers ahead as they approach each other along a quiet desert road.

 

Driving his campervan is Steven with his girlfriend Zo and her younger sister Becky.

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16.7.2006

The Telltale Heart - by Edgar Allan Poe

 

 

 

True!

 nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?

 

The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them.

 

Above all was the sense of hearing acute.

 

I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth.

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