A Man Full of Empty Promises and How He Changed My Address

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a man full of empty promises

I believe where we left off in my testimony was right after my daughter was sexually abused and I met J in an online Traumatic Brain Injury Chat room. I had been chatting with J for a few months until we exchanged phone numbers. Now we were talking on the phone everyday. When my kids would act up he was able to talk me through their fits. I felt safe when he was there for me to help me in dealing with my kids. He was a man full of empty promises.

a man full of empty promises

J promised me exactly what I wanted to hear. He told me he worked at a school and dealt with special needs children everyday. Yes he had a brain injury and understood what I was living with. He told me we would be living in a smaller town but then soon move to a bigger city. This man was from a state on the West Coast. My yearning to travel and see the ocean got the better of me, even worse my fear of raising my kids alone made the decision for me. I planned to move where I knew no one.
I paid for J to come east so we would meet in person and he could help me drive all the way to where he lived. J travelled by greyhound bus. We met and I thought here is the man that will help me get my kids to adulthood. He would protect my kids and I. I was so wrong, but I was so scared to stay where I was.

a man full of empty promises

The trip was crazy hard, full of misadventures. I left most of my possessions back east and snuck away. I told my family I was leaving and did not listen to any protests to my moving. I filled my four door sedan full of everything I could fit in. Packed my three kids in the back seat and left. No idea what I was doing but I felt I was doing what my kids needed.
It was a 9 day drive that I never thought would end. We could not afford hotels so we found campsites all along the way. No, mind you this was long before I ever dreamt of owning a cell phone. During the long hours of driving my kids would end up attacking each other in the back seat. We often ended up bringing my oldest son to the front seat. I would be driving while he is in one of his violent fits. For many hours this would go on until we said enough for a day and go camping.

a man full of empty promises

When we reached Montana where some of my relatives lived the car started overheating. It was starting to tell me enough is enough. I ended up stopping at my grandpa’s pleading for help to fix my car so we could make the rest of the trip. He did help us but the car still barely made it over the Rocky Mountains. Every time it would overheat we would stop and wait on the side of the road for it to cool down.
When we finally crossed over to the West Coast State of our destination I was so grateful I got out and kissed the ground. We only had a couple hours more to drive to reach the town where J lived. What I did not know is J and I would only last three more months.

a man full of empty promises

Couple things positive that J did do for us is help me find the counselor that saved my life. Helped me establish my kids into school, and get my financial assistance started. When J left me to go back east because he met another woman online I was devastated. I was more than scared, I thought I really can’t do this. I am in a state thousands of miles from anyone I know with kids I do not know how to raise. I popped a handful of J’s sleeping pills. When J found me he rushed me to the ER.

where was God in all this?

He was the one who got my broken down car to the state I ended up staying in. He was the one who kept me alive through my suicide attempt. When J gave us three days to find our own home He was there. I may have been the one calling and visiting every human services agency around. I was the one calling all the apartment complexes and telling them our story. But God was the one leading me to the right people to talk to. I would drop my kids off at school and then spend the rest of the day searching for a home, and ways to pay the bills.

As Jesus was raised from the dead in three days, He raised my faith in 3 days. I told one apartment complex manager our story and she agreed to rent to us. A three bedroom apartment located centrally to all the human services departments needed to help us survive. I thought about calling my family pleading to go back east. But I looked at the services that the school provided my kids, and my counselor I have needed for all my life. I thought to myself how I never found such good things to help us back home. I decided we needed to stay.

a man full of empty promises

It was not easy, but our years of finding how to survive in a state where we knew no one was what we needed. I will share those years in my next installment of our testimony.

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