When I was discharged from the hospital, my husband would not allow me to come home. I had nowhere to go, so I bounced around from friend to friend for a few weeks. I even moved in with one of the patients I’d met at the hospital, which was a huge mistake. I was eventually taken in by a wonderful Russian woman who went to my church. She would become another powerful force in my life.
I know the courts were involved for a long time. My husband and I were allowed visitation at separate times, mine was supervised his was not. One day I received a call from the police and summoned to the police station. I could not drive due to my medications so my roommate drove me down to the station. I was informed an investigation into the molestation of my daughters was going on and my husband was the accused. However, since I was their mother, I was being investigated also. I was furious, enraged at my husband for hurting my babies, I never thought to ask if he was guilty or not. I already knew he was because I knew at that point I had married my father. At least a man just as sick, just as evil, just as abusive. All visitation was stopped.
The charges against my husband were never founded by social services, but the details, I had been told, my daughters provided could not have been given had they not been exposed to the abuse. They were four and five years old and children at that age have no knowledge of such things unless they are exposed to it. I had no doubt and it was enraging Social Services chose to close the file on the charges. The US Navy did their own investigation however and my husband was discharged with an Other Than Honorable Discharge. No criminal charges were filed, but we were both required to sign termination of parental rights. He, I suppose for the charges that were never founded by social services even though they should have been and me, because I was always severely depressed and suicidal. I don’t remember actually signing the document, but I did see it several weeks later and I cried hysterically when I saw it. I never, to this day, saw my beautiful daughters again.
