Waking up this morning a heavy burden weighed heavily upon my soul. Three years ago I was fighting for my eldest son to go into a facility that I knew would help him achieve his max potential. He would of had one on one attention, socialized with other kids his age and was able to come home every weekend, holiday or whenever we wanted him to. But no, his father kept him from it. Why? Because He didn’t want to break the family up.
He didn’t want to break the family up… allow that to sit in your mind for a second. He didn’t want to break the family up.
In 2009 I caught my ex, the father of my kids cheating on me. The day it happened, I felt an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was changing my twin’s diapers. This was two years after closing on our home. I caught him cheating. I activated the Sprint family locator and tracked him going from one location (assistant public housing) to a gas station and back. As a criminal justice major, I knew he wasn’t going to the gas station for gas or for something to snack or drink. No, I had a feeling he went there to buy a box of condoms. I kept refreshing the sprint family locator page while taking the addresses and Google mapping them. I loaded my twin up in the van and went to the last location the locator sent me. The assistant public housing. Sure enough I saw our other van there. I opened the van door and like I suspected, I found an empty 3pk box of condoms. You could imagine the horror I felt, the sickness I felt, the betrayal. Like any person who felt all three, I was enraged. I started screaming at the top of my lungs calling my cheating ass of a husband out to show himself. I yelled at the top of my lungs how I gave him five kids, HOW COULD HE. I was in school full time, he was supposed to be in school full time but I later found out how he would skip school to meet with women for sex, invite women to our house for sex while I was in class and bring our children around these women for sex. I later found the Craigslist Personal Add he placed soliciting for sex! In 2009, He had cheated on me with over 20 different women.
I tried to save our marriage. I felt I was partial to blame for his infidelity. Our sex life wasn’t lacking… We had five kids! I tried to get couples counseling. He didn’t want to.
See this wasn’t the first time I caught him in a lie. He lied to me about attending a brothel in Korea. I asked him if he ever did and he told me no. I later found out he still owed another Marine over $3k for borrowing money so he could pay for sex. Then he told me he played football, he was on the Varsity Football team. Nope, the universe has a funny way of creeping up on you and exposing your lies. Instead, I met someone who was from San Marcos, someone who knew the family and played football while on a training exercise in the Corps. We were offloading a 5-ton. I asked him where he came from and he answered, San Marcos TX. The conversation took off from there. He knew the Vasquez family and laughed when I asked him how JP did as a football player. He quickly informed me JP, my ex John Paul, never played Football. That he was a JROTC student and was a ladies man. You can only imagine what the conversation was like after I got home.
I should have left him, I should have left him long ago but I didn’t. I was taught once you married someone, you remain loyal to them. That marriage will have many bumps in the road but as long as there was love, love will conquer it all.
In 2009 after learning about my ex’s affairs, this being the first time, it tore me apart. But I was willing to look past, help mend this broken family and hopefully become a stronger married couple. That didn’t last, in 2012 my ex left me for a high school wanna be friend who I helped get back on her feet for her daughter. I tried to help empower her, instead she (in my own opinion) took advantage of my ex’s weakness by stabbing me in my back.
As far as I am concerned, looking back. She had done me a huge favor by taking this man who was weighing me down. Who felt insecure due to my success and blame me for his past mistakes after coming forward after eleven years about the rape I endured during my time of service. He blamed me for not telling him before we got married about my rape. He blamed me for his unhappiness and called me a liar for not telling him about the night I was raped by two Marines. Yet, what was I willing to do in the beginning after all those lies? Let’s not forget, I also asked him if he was ever promised to someone and he said no. A week after we were married, he was reassigned; he went home on leave before reporting in to his next duty station. I called his mother’s house, his mom answered and told me he was out with a girl he gave a promise ring to. Let’s not forget the load of lies he told me and I sat like a stupid fool and accepted him regardless.
I did love him no matter how insecure and untrustworthy he became. I was willing to work things out for the sake of our children. I also had hope. Unfortunately, He didn’t. He wasn’t strong enough. He was never strong enough. Instead, he made excuses after excuses and that ultimate betrayal. He not only betrayed me, he betrayed his children. I will never forget that day. My daughter and son caught their father texting my ex-friend and my children watched them while I was doing business in Chicago. I came home and my kids told me what their father was doing. I asked him, “let me see the text messages.” He deleted them. It was only after five minutes or so while sitting in the chair and watching what he was doing did it occur to me how selfish this man was. The reality sat in and it was more painful to watch unfold. He sat both My 10 year old daughter and my 8 year old son down and scarred them for life. He told them to their face while my twin boys and Jon Jr. ran around our living room crying that he no longer loved me, that he cheated with many women and that he was leaving.
Both Espi and Augi sat crying. For years Espi blamed herself for our break up. I had to work with her and tell her over and over it wasn’t her fault. That it was her dad’s choice, how sorry I was for what he did. I will never quite forgive what my ex did to our children.
See, John Sr. wasn’t a man that day. In fact he was never a man. He was more of a boy than a man or a father figure to his children. Had he been a man, he would have sat me down and talked to me like an adult. Telling me how he fell out of love. I would have accepted it. But looking back, till this day I hold a lot of resentment towards this immature man who continues to lie for his own benefit. I was made to clean up the mess he made with our children. Their emotional well being was my number one at the top of the list. At the time I started advocating for Military Sexual Trauma survivors. At that time I started the healing process over my own rape. I ended up putting it on hold, numbing myself… to do what I needed to do for my children while he ran around town acting like a teenager. A boy trapped in a man’s body.
My father, he bought us a two story four bedroom house in a very nice location in Reno, Nevada. All he asked, for my ex-husband to work for him for a year. Instead, my ex straight out told me how he didn’t want to be my father’s bitch. How he missed his family. See my father, he knew what life was like after leaving the military. So he was actually doing us a favor by buying us that house. But my ex had to be close to his mother. At one point, I distinctly recalled telling his mother how she needed to cut the umbilical cord because John is a grown man and a father now. I am his wife. Her job of taking care of him is over. But did she listen? No. Instead, she babied him and babied him while I was working my ass off to support this family. He spent years sitting on the sofa playing the x-box.
I was trapped taking care of a sixth child. I know that was my fault and I own it. Like I said, I should have left him years ago.
I know it’s unhealthy to hold resentment towards someone. I know in order to move on I need to forgive. I’m still working on this with my ex. He kept me from doing so many things in life by using the family when all along he was using me or feeling insecure over my ambitions. He didn’t feel like a man even tho he acted like a boy. I wasn’t about to watch my family become homeless because He didn’t know how to grow up. I would of thought the Corps would of helped him in that department, unfortunately the Corps must of forgotten about him…
The only reason why he finally grown up and became a man since he left me after deciding to leave me for another woman thinking the grass is greener on the other side. Because I lawyered up, I quickly demanded child support. And if he didn’t pull through. I called my lawyer and we had him arrested for not paying child support.
Once he did what he did to my children and walked out the door, my love, my empathy for this scum bag, especially how he hit my son and had CPS called on us while I was in Chicago, I moved quickly. I was done wiping the ass of a man child.
After the second time of being arrested, he cried to me about how hard it is to make a living. I had no remorse. Simply I stated, welcome to the real world. It’s about time to Really Man up and fully learn how to take care of your responsibilities.
Now, back to how my ex didn’t want to break the family up… You can make up your own decision in regards to that statement!
Back to my eldest son John Jr. I wanted something more for my son. I was condemned for thinking about placing my son in a facility. I was retaliated against again for doing what was right. I was looking out for the best interest of this family. I had no one. I have no family to support me, I was doing this all on my own. Regardless of my ex’s position was while married, I still relied on him so I could better myself for the sake of this family. I wanted to better myself so I can provide more. But as the story goes… you read what happened.
Two years after my ex left me I was alone. My mother did fly out to help me. She did help me for a little bit and I appreciated that little time she did. However, afterwards, she kept promising she would move and slowly started putting me down. Slowly she became another person who began making me feel bad for what I was trying to accomplish. Bottom line, I needed help and I was left to fight it all on my own and in the process, do to feeling I needed a family, I made the biggest mistake by getting married again and I almost lost my children.
I was still traumatized after coming out with my story. I was traumatized after my ex leaving me. I was dealing with five children’s who by the way was emotionally scarred by their father. I was dealing with a pre-teen special needs child who became extremely aggressive. My son Jon, he ended up beating his siblings, he put holes in the walls that I am still fixing till this day. He broke our TV, he knocked me out, he broke furniture. He would leave his room, go into the kitchen, into the fridge and pour out the milk, break all the eggs and take bites out of all our fruit. He would throw food everywhere. Throw as hard as he could at all of us, his hot wheels. It was difficult. All the while, I was smiling and doing my best to keep everything under control. While underneath it all, I was crying. Screaming under my breath wishing someone could help me, trying to hold onto my sanity. I begged my ex to help me. I begged for his family to help me since I was the only one here. No fucking body would help me. My son continued to break everything and destroy everything. And beat me while I was driving my van and in my own home. He beat his sibling. Took shits and would smear them everywhere. I started losing my mind!
I came to the understanding I needed to do something before I committed a felony. One night while driving back from my, at the time boyfriends house, Jon sat in the front passenger seat of the van. He was starting to act out and I had to protect my other children. It took 15-20 min to drive back from New Braunfels to San Marcos. John was calling me a bitch, fuck you bitch and punching me while driving back home. He was grabbing anything he could get his hands on to throw at me. I panicked. I kept yelling, we are almost home, he kept calling me bitch.. fuck you bitch and my children in the back seat was either crying or trying to calm Jon down. There was a moment when I started to speed up, I looked at Jon, he looked at me and yelled “Fuck You Bitch” that I unbuckled his seat belt, reached over to open that door so I could push my son out of the van door while I was driving. Before I pulled that door handle. I cried. I was ashamed for even thinking this way. I looked at Jon, under my breath I told him I’m sorry. I love you so much but I can’t do this anymore. The rest of the way I took his beatings. He punched me at the back of my head, my shoulders, my side and kept yelling “Fuck You Bitch”. Once we were home, I was beaten down. I gave the keys to my daughter to open the house and Jon ran inside. Espi, Augi and Jose was in the house and David was waiting for me. I tried to take a breather before heading in. John threw Jose across the room and Augi and Espi was trying their best to calm him down when he turned and punched the TV breaking it and grabbing Augi by his shirt to throw him across the room.
That night, I took Jon and admitted him into a mental facility. I couldn’t do it anymore. Once my ex found out he started retaliating against me by making me feel ashamed of what I did. That I caused my son to do this. Everything was my fault.
Everything was my fault.
For 14 years, I turned my home into Ft. Knox. Yes, my son got out. I was very blessed to have neighbors who understood my situation. They helped me when they could. After giving my son up to my ex because I felt it was more important to look out for the well being of all of us, I am now all of a sudden the bad mother. For three years, since 2014 , two years since my ex left before then in 2012, for three years I was being told by my ex how I abandoned my son because he knew this would upset me. Because my own parents abused and abandoned me. So he knew that would make me feel guilty so he wouldn’t take up the responsibilities or ownership of the hardship he caused me. So he wouldn’t feel guilty over all the bullshit he caused our family. This boy, finding excuses instead of owning them like a real man by placing all the blame on me when all I did was make the adult decision to look after my family the best way I CAN! Yet I am a neglectful mother, I abandoned my child and shame me for making the toughest decision known to a loving mother! I am the worst mother in history!!
And he didn’t want to break this family apart. Yeah… think about that statement.
Yet look at him today. He has no job for the past three months, he blames Jon Jr. for losing his last job and having to settle for a bus driver position. He blames Jon Jr. for being fired for missing a lot of days from work. He blames me because I am busy trying to get my feet on the ground without no help from anyone so I can provide better for my family while he has his whole entire family living here in this small college town called San Marcos. His very family who can’t even look at me after what he did to me. His home wrecker of a girlfriend who is too ashamed to look at me in my face after I tried helping her, after I tried to empower her and her daughter to be something more than what they made themselves out to be.
Here I am making something out of myself knowing I did everything in my power to keep this family together. I must go on.
While we were married, I had gone to school full time, applied for food stamps and this and that so we don’t lose our home due to his immature and poor decision making ways. Today, I am not only a mother. But I am an artist helping thousands of veterans by being a voice for those who can not speak for themselves. I made something of myself. I struggled but I keep moving forward knowing I am giving it my all and showing my children how living a successful life is done. That nothing can keep you down. Now if he wants to wallow in self pity and blame me fore his past mistakes, thats on him. I don’t own any of it. But I will hold him accountable for every mistake he tried blaming me for.
I did what I had to do for my family and for myself!
Now, people want to judge me because my ex and his home wrecker of a girlfriend is busy spreading lies about me because I sat and stood from a distance watching my son and making sure he was being looked after. Yea, I called out my ex when I noticed the clothes where becoming too small or when Jon wasn’t being properly bathed. I may not have had him with me but I was certainly there watching over him.. from a distance because I finally acknowledged how I need to take care of my own mental health and I did what I had to do.
When my son escaped from his father’s house the night before, he was roaming the streets all night. Anything could of happened. Someone could of shot him while he was trying to open the doors at 0145, walked to the river and drowned by accidentally falling in, got hit by a vehicle or been abducted. I thank the good Lord and his guardian angles for keeping my son safe. But I hold his father accountable, for allowing this to happen after knowing what my son is capable of doing. Now I am more involved than I have been in the past knowing how irresponsible my ex is till this day. To many, they may view him as someone with a momentary lack of judgment, as for me, this is always been an ongoing issue for John Sr. A momentary lack of judgment that very well could have costed my son’s life. It’s like taking the side of a rapist saying he couldn’t help himself.
The horror over finding out where my son’s been after being woken up by a police office and he showing me my son’s picture and telling me where my son was at. Later my ex trying to place shame and guilt on me for his momentary laps. Nah… That is his fault. Not my own. Especially when I have done it all for 14 years and he’s been doing it for the past three… I had to think about everything while he did only the bare minimal for this family. His momentary laps… isn’t good enough. He is a Marine. Marines don’t do this. Especially when it’s your own child’s life at stake. Then again… the Corps didn’t do a good enough job teaching him how to be a man.
Till this day, I remembered the day I made a promise to my son. Right after the doctor placed Jon Jr. on my chest after giving birth to him, Jon Jr. lifted his head and opened his eyes. I made a promise to him that I will never leave him. I may not have him with me under the same roof, but I am here watching over him making sure he is doing well. I wanted something more for my son. Due to the system demanding that both parents need to have a mutual agreement, My son will not have that opportunity. Instead, his father held him back from it. Therefore, his father, again made a poor decision based on his own personal needs rather than the needs of our son. The system, failed my son, my ex, failed my son. I did everything I could and I had to choose my other four kids… they have a brighter future ahead of them because I have more control in making that happen then I did with my eldest son. It sounds like I’ve given up, but truthfully I haven’t. I’ve been here all along. Mentally, I don’t know if I can handle taking care of my son due to my own triggers from past traumas. I am not making up excuses, this is my reality, I know the limitations my mental health has. I need to stay sane for my other children.
What would you do if you were in my shoes. What would you do if you had four other children to look after while being beaten by one of them due to his disabilities and had barely minimal help from anyone?
Don’t judge me if you can’t handle to the truth.
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