"A piece of paper isn’t going to save my life when he finally gets me, but at least you will know who killed me."
Amy Rene Hargrove in a 2012 King County petition for a protection order against her violent ex-boyfriend. He strangled her to death in her mother’s house on Monday. She was 28 years old and leaves behind four children.
Prior to murdering her, this man, who isn’t named because he hasn’t been arrested yet(!), had beaten Amy, fractured her eye socket, raped her at gunpoint, emptied her bank account, injured her cats, led the police on a high speed car chase with her children inside the car, and, of course, violated his restraining order numerous times.
I hope he burns in hell alongside everyone who could have helped her, but didn’t.
Domestic Violence is a real issue that needs even more funding and attention. My Mom worked her entire career (30+ years) on the state (NH) level and National level.
In addition to cursing the abuser get involved so that this woman’s children aren’t caught in the same cycle.
Provide funds for intervention programs, shelters, nurse training and much more.
(Source: t-akver, via themamalogues)
On the 9th you turned 3 and I can already see a change in you.
You feel things more.
You understand more.
You communicate more.
You’re more you.
Some of the changes have been hard on you, and us.
I see frustration that you’re not all the way there yet. Wherever there is.
Be patient little guy. You’ll get there when you’re meant to.
I see anger and sadness when something changes and you lose control.
Take a deep breath little guy. I’ve got your back and while it may not be the way you want we will always get back to something fun.
I hear so much more from you.
Tales true and made up.
You want to know something embarrassing?
You tell your best stories when you’re pooping.
Who doesn’t love a good potty chat?
On Sunday we celebrated your birthday with your school friends.
You ran and jumped in a maze of balls and slides and tunnels.
When they dropped all the balls on us, you clung to me.
When the DJ asked you to do your craziest dance you wanted me right next to you.
And I loved it.
But, I also loved how free and independent you were to run and explore and dance and laugh with your friends.
You’re a special kid, kid.
And I’m not the only one that sees it.
I love you big boy. So very very much!
This is an official portrait of the Danish royal family, although it looks eerily similar to a collage I made of my nightmares. That little princess in the corner looks an awful lot like my dream version of Zombie Harper Beckham.
V.C. Andrew’s book cover anyone?