Do you think memories come about randomly? There are parts of my story you do not know yet but I have spent most of the weekend and today thinking about a certain event.
When I was attacked the third time, the police did
not think that my daughter and I were safe. I live in Canada but have dual citizenship and am able to live in either country. I never have lived in the U.S. but do have family throughout. None that I've actually met.
In a matter of 72 hours, we packed up what we could and left. No goodbyes except to my parents with no one knowing where our final destination was to be except the police and my parents. It was extremely difficult as I had to make a video recording with the police with respect to the attack. Then out the door. I was filled with so much emotion with no outlet. I drove more than 30 hours to arrive at our final destination. I tried to make it into an adventure for my daughter and found fun things for us to do together in each state we stopped/slept in.
Once we arrived where we were going it was tough. I couldn't find us a place to live right away and was still paying the mortgage and all utilities on my house in Canada at the time. We didn't know when or if we would be back home and I knew no one. I eventally found a school for my daughter to attend and after a while a townhouse to live in but all our furniture and major items were not with us.
I spent the days by myself while my daughter was in school and lived off my savings which I had been saving for some time in case a situation like this were to ever occur.
Then after nearly six months, I was told i had to comeback due to some legalities with respect to my daughter. I was devastated and although very alone and unhappy, I had least felt a sense of safety for the first time in a long time. So we trecked back home very much feeling beaten again...especially me.
Lots happened in those six months and I lost a lot. I wasn't allowed to make any phone calls or email anyone. I did have contact with the Canadian Police via phone calls from payphones on the sides of various highways. I was totally cut off from all that I knew and loved except of course my daughter.
But suddenly, this is all I think of. I am angry at my loss both financially and emotionally. For the life of me, I don't know why I am constantly thinking about all this but I can't stop.