This has been the longest break that I have taken since starting my blog. I needed a break from all things Domestic Violence related, all things ex-husband related, all things blog related. I wanted it all to just STOP. I wanted to not have to deal with all that I deal with on a daily basis. Those close to me know about the enormous amount of stress that has been bestowed upon me courtesy of this situation. Those living in similar situations can relate. And yes, some of it I brought upon myself by deciding to speak somewhat publicly about my life to try and help my Step-Daughter and other Survivors out there. I'm fully aware of that but at the end of the day, it doesn't make it any easier. But, as we all know, the world doesn't stop just because we ask it to. And my situation certainly isn't going anywhere. My Step-Daughter is still out there, living in what she described to me as "a garbage can"... and I am still here... trying to walk the confusing line of moving on with my life while at the same time never letting go. While I work on figuring that out, let me update all of you on what has been going on. Chances are, if you are here, you are probably wondering. And as I write this, I must make note that part of what brought me back is the fact that my article "Letters To The Governor" http://www.stephaniesparklesdaily.com/2012/12/letters-to-governor.html has been shared on Google Plus an astonishing 58k (and counting) times since I added it back to this website. So if I ever think I'm not being listened to, I only have to look at that climbing number, and realize that clearly I am. Thank you to everyone that has been sharing that article, which is a letter I wrote out of love, frustration, and disgust to the Governor of North Carolina's office regarding my Step-Daughter. I felt like nobody was listening and that nobody cared about me or about the little girl I was trying to help. But sixty-thousand of you have shared this so far and shown me that you are, in fact, listening. Thank you.
As I mentioned in my last article, my ex-husband was arrested in early January for violating the Domestic Violence Protection Order I have against him. He emailed me the day after Christmas, complete with a photo of himself. This was the first time the state of North Carolina arrested him despite his repeated violations over the past year. With each of his violations I would call the two counties involved (Wake and Durham) in North Carolina and report his violations and those of his family members and friends. The violations were ignored with comments from police officers like "If he shows up and is literally stabbing you, then call us" or "You do realize that it is just a piece of paper, don't you?". Yes. Please re-read that and let those words from law enforcement to a crime victim that obtained a document provided by law enforcement to protect her sink in. I was met with outright rude and unacceptable behavior from people that are paid by the citizens to protect the citizens, time and time again. It got to the point where I wondered... Why exactly did I get a restraining order if the police aren't going to actually enforce it? And if they are going to treat me like I'm the criminal when I call them? And those are two things that no Survivor should ever find themselves wondering but unfortunately often do. I hope, at some point, that changes. Just don't expect for it to be anytime soon in states like North Carolina. Thankfully that isn't the case everywhere in the country and maybe... just maybe... states stuck in these out-dated unjust systems will follow suit and actually protect crime victims if enough keep speaking out.
The main reason I was given why he was allowed to violate the Domestic Violence Protection Order by Durham County North Carolina was because "the victim did not co-operate" (that would be me), according to what the District Attorney's office rep Vanessa Monroe wrote on the dismissal. How did I "not co-operate" according to Vanessa Monroe, with whom I never spoke and never knew the name of until receiving news of the dismissal? I "didn't co-operate" because I "moved away". Please let that sink in for a moment. A crime victim... a Domestic Violence victim... that was advised by that very same District Attorney's office in Durham County North Carolina that moved away, was later not protected by the Protection Order they helped her obtain because she co-operated and did as she was told and moved away. The reason she isn't protected? Because she protected herself and moved away. That makes sense, right? Wrong. Vanessa Monroe and her office never once contacted me via email, letter, phone call or smoke signal about the violation charge to so much as get a statement from me or ask me to be there for the trial. I was told by the Sheriff's office I didn't have to be there and that the Sheriff would testify on my behalf. I was also told that he would likely get up to a year of probation and face fines for his violation. But, then again, this is the same District Attorney's office that told me he would spend a year in jail after he tried to break into the home of my neighbors' with the intent of raping and butchering those women after stalking them for months. The same District Attorney's office that let him walk without sending him to mental health counseling, drug and alcohol treatment, abuser treatment, anger management, probation, parole, fines, community service, a mental hospital... nothing. The same District Attorney's office that allowed him to leave directly from a $2 million dollar bond, labeled as an extreme threat to society, and go pick up my eight year old shocked and terrified Step-Daughter from her school. So, after all, I shouldn't have been surprised at their failure yet again.
When news of the dismissal was given to me, I was told that I should look on the bright side because my ex was inconvenienced and had to drive to Durham several times and be in court. He was inconvenienced. Seriously. He was inconvenienced?
Luckily, where I live now the court system isn't as big of a joke as it is in North Carolina. Domestic Violence is treated seriously. Criminals are actually punished and treated like criminals. The victims aren't treated like dog shit and they are protected above all else. When I even attempt to explain what has gone on in North Carolina with my ex-husband, with my Step-Daughter... the looks of utter confusion and horror that I get are indescribable. It seems North Carolina is living in some sort of Domestic Violence-Twilight Zone. I knew it was bad before all of this started, but I didn't know just how bad until I was in the middle of it myself. And with that being said... the frustration and re-victimization that occurs with crime victims trying to navigate that tragic system is unbelievable and possibly as equally bad as the trauma from the actual abuse itself. Don't believe me? Then you have never lived it and I hope you never have to.
I would like to say that the worst of the worst I have ever had the displeasure of dealing with is in Wake County North Carolina. Her name is Deputy Arnea Bell. This woman doesn't return phone calls to crime victims, legal advocates, attorneys, Domestic Violence advocates, or other law enforcement officials. She is downright nasty on the phone and left me a voicemail that should get her fired. Nobody recovering from Domestic Violence should ever have the misfortune of having to call this woman for anything. I unfortunately had to call her to ask her to serve my ex-husband with a brand new Domestic Violence Protection Order. This one never expires, so there should be no confusion on his part over the dates. As in never ever. And when I went to court that day, in a different state, the first thing the Judge asked was "Please tell me we <this state> has Jurisdiction over this child <my Step-Daughter>. Please tell me she is with you. She is with you, isn't she?". When I informed him, much to his confusion and dismay, that she was still in North Carolina, he asked "She has at least been taken out of the home by Child Protective Services, hasn't she?". I shook my head no, tears streaming down my face. "No sir, no she has not".
The Domestic Violence Clerk handed me several copies to be sent to North Carolina, one of which was to be sent to Deputy Arnea Bell in Wake County who at first refused to serve the Protection Order. I had to contact Durham County to serve it on him while he was in court on the violation charge so that it could become a valid order, thanks to Deputy Bell. Over and over again the Domestic Violence Clerks, who were waiting for Deputy Bell to actually do her job and serve the Protection Order, kept telling me that I was "one of the lucky ones" because of the permanent order. Domestic Violence and Legal Advocates repeated that to me. I tried my best to smile and replied, "I don't feel so lucky". And I still don't feel so lucky. How could I? My life was torn apart because I chose to do one of the most common of human endeavors. I chose to get married. And I have suffered greatly because of that. There is a little girl out there still suffering. Her family can post all the smiling photos of her that they want, but the truth is still there. Those photos existed when I met her. But all along she was suffering and I know, no matter now much time passes or how badly I want to not know it all, that she is still suffering. With that knowledge in my heart I can never feel like the lucky one.
As I mentioned in my last article, my ex-husband was arrested in early January for violating the Domestic Violence Protection Order I have against him. He emailed me the day after Christmas, complete with a photo of himself. This was the first time the state of North Carolina arrested him despite his repeated violations over the past year. With each of his violations I would call the two counties involved (Wake and Durham) in North Carolina and report his violations and those of his family members and friends. The violations were ignored with comments from police officers like "If he shows up and is literally stabbing you, then call us" or "You do realize that it is just a piece of paper, don't you?". Yes. Please re-read that and let those words from law enforcement to a crime victim that obtained a document provided by law enforcement to protect her sink in. I was met with outright rude and unacceptable behavior from people that are paid by the citizens to protect the citizens, time and time again. It got to the point where I wondered... Why exactly did I get a restraining order if the police aren't going to actually enforce it? And if they are going to treat me like I'm the criminal when I call them? And those are two things that no Survivor should ever find themselves wondering but unfortunately often do. I hope, at some point, that changes. Just don't expect for it to be anytime soon in states like North Carolina. Thankfully that isn't the case everywhere in the country and maybe... just maybe... states stuck in these out-dated unjust systems will follow suit and actually protect crime victims if enough keep speaking out.
The main reason I was given why he was allowed to violate the Domestic Violence Protection Order by Durham County North Carolina was because "the victim did not co-operate" (that would be me), according to what the District Attorney's office rep Vanessa Monroe wrote on the dismissal. How did I "not co-operate" according to Vanessa Monroe, with whom I never spoke and never knew the name of until receiving news of the dismissal? I "didn't co-operate" because I "moved away". Please let that sink in for a moment. A crime victim... a Domestic Violence victim... that was advised by that very same District Attorney's office in Durham County North Carolina that moved away, was later not protected by the Protection Order they helped her obtain because she co-operated and did as she was told and moved away. The reason she isn't protected? Because she protected herself and moved away. That makes sense, right? Wrong. Vanessa Monroe and her office never once contacted me via email, letter, phone call or smoke signal about the violation charge to so much as get a statement from me or ask me to be there for the trial. I was told by the Sheriff's office I didn't have to be there and that the Sheriff would testify on my behalf. I was also told that he would likely get up to a year of probation and face fines for his violation. But, then again, this is the same District Attorney's office that told me he would spend a year in jail after he tried to break into the home of my neighbors' with the intent of raping and butchering those women after stalking them for months. The same District Attorney's office that let him walk without sending him to mental health counseling, drug and alcohol treatment, abuser treatment, anger management, probation, parole, fines, community service, a mental hospital... nothing. The same District Attorney's office that allowed him to leave directly from a $2 million dollar bond, labeled as an extreme threat to society, and go pick up my eight year old shocked and terrified Step-Daughter from her school. So, after all, I shouldn't have been surprised at their failure yet again.
When news of the dismissal was given to me, I was told that I should look on the bright side because my ex was inconvenienced and had to drive to Durham several times and be in court. He was inconvenienced. Seriously. He was inconvenienced?
Luckily, where I live now the court system isn't as big of a joke as it is in North Carolina. Domestic Violence is treated seriously. Criminals are actually punished and treated like criminals. The victims aren't treated like dog shit and they are protected above all else. When I even attempt to explain what has gone on in North Carolina with my ex-husband, with my Step-Daughter... the looks of utter confusion and horror that I get are indescribable. It seems North Carolina is living in some sort of Domestic Violence-Twilight Zone. I knew it was bad before all of this started, but I didn't know just how bad until I was in the middle of it myself. And with that being said... the frustration and re-victimization that occurs with crime victims trying to navigate that tragic system is unbelievable and possibly as equally bad as the trauma from the actual abuse itself. Don't believe me? Then you have never lived it and I hope you never have to.
I would like to say that the worst of the worst I have ever had the displeasure of dealing with is in Wake County North Carolina. Her name is Deputy Arnea Bell. This woman doesn't return phone calls to crime victims, legal advocates, attorneys, Domestic Violence advocates, or other law enforcement officials. She is downright nasty on the phone and left me a voicemail that should get her fired. Nobody recovering from Domestic Violence should ever have the misfortune of having to call this woman for anything. I unfortunately had to call her to ask her to serve my ex-husband with a brand new Domestic Violence Protection Order. This one never expires, so there should be no confusion on his part over the dates. As in never ever. And when I went to court that day, in a different state, the first thing the Judge asked was "Please tell me we <this state> has Jurisdiction over this child <my Step-Daughter>. Please tell me she is with you. She is with you, isn't she?". When I informed him, much to his confusion and dismay, that she was still in North Carolina, he asked "She has at least been taken out of the home by Child Protective Services, hasn't she?". I shook my head no, tears streaming down my face. "No sir, no she has not".
The Domestic Violence Clerk handed me several copies to be sent to North Carolina, one of which was to be sent to Deputy Arnea Bell in Wake County who at first refused to serve the Protection Order. I had to contact Durham County to serve it on him while he was in court on the violation charge so that it could become a valid order, thanks to Deputy Bell. Over and over again the Domestic Violence Clerks, who were waiting for Deputy Bell to actually do her job and serve the Protection Order, kept telling me that I was "one of the lucky ones" because of the permanent order. Domestic Violence and Legal Advocates repeated that to me. I tried my best to smile and replied, "I don't feel so lucky". And I still don't feel so lucky. How could I? My life was torn apart because I chose to do one of the most common of human endeavors. I chose to get married. And I have suffered greatly because of that. There is a little girl out there still suffering. Her family can post all the smiling photos of her that they want, but the truth is still there. Those photos existed when I met her. But all along she was suffering and I know, no matter now much time passes or how badly I want to not know it all, that she is still suffering. With that knowledge in my heart I can never feel like the lucky one.







