Ask anyone who knows Rick Millen and you'll be told what a good man he is and how he loves his family... That is everyone except his wife and two young children. Sure he seemed normal when with neighbors, friends, and co-workers but watch out when that front door closed. Under that mask lies a monster. Not some creature from the black lagoon but a mind as cold and black as his heart.
After brutally beating me not more than two weeks prior, the monster began to show again. Fearing for my life I knew if I stayed this time he would not hear our children cry "Daddy please stop" and he would beat me until I was dead. I fled to a hotel believing that 1) I caused him to behave that way, 2) he would not hurt our children because I was the problem, 3) it would be safe for me to return home in three days and discuss his drug and alcohol problem (that of course I caused) and get him help.
But instead thanks to our neighbors the recently relocated trailer park trash (their description of themselves-not mine) encouraged my husband (also their "dealer") to take all the money and close our joint accounts, lock me out of our home, hold our children captive, lie to the police (I called not him), lie to the courts, force me out on the streets with Nothing leaving me to die.
You can beat me, starve me, leave me without a dime - BUT DON'T F* WITH MY BABIES! In the end the truth always wins. The courts gave me custody and ordered he have supervised visits. He owes over $10,000.00 in alimony and child support, refuses all attempts for visitation (then cries that he hasn't seen them because I won't let him),
Has violated the protective order hundreds of times (stopped counting after 172 and police still refuse to enforce), has thousands (or had) not paying one penny to child support hid his money in the ex's bank account (or should we say her millionare sugar daddys) so there would be no way to trace it (great job Vesta! And you b*h about a $15 pair of jeans-at least I didn't intentionally help him not pay childsupport is this how you interpret "paybacks a b*h?), this was the second year of no birthday gifts or christmas gifts, won't even talk to them on the phone any more saying "my batteries going to die, gotta go" they are children NOT idiots.
What do you gossip all day like the b*h you are until your little girl just wants to tell her daddy what she got for christmas from Santa? (Thank God for the fat man since you didn't help). You keep telling yourself and I'll keep telling the kids how much you love them. Your actions are louder than even my words, but I'll keep telling them that their daddy loves them, hell if I can make you believe your not guilty (when you were-as I found out a year later) then I can help them believe that the monster behind the mask really isn't their daddy and that somewhere inside is a soft red heart that beats for them.
You can accuse me of everything your guilty of it doesn't matter if everyone believes you because in the end I know, your children know, and GOD knows and it is only you who have to face what youv'e done. We are merely the survivors and despite it all we did survive!!!
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