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A Broken Halloween

byButterfly Guy©

Where to begin this story is perhaps the toughest part so maybe I should start with my background. An unwanted pregnancy, an accident, between a man looking for a rich girl and a naïve college student. By the time he tried to call off the wedding I was already on the way. Needless to say the marriage didn't last and my mother ended up remarrying. Unfortunately this failed also and I got shuttled between father and grandparents till I was in the process of being sent to a group home.

Because of a fire at the group home, I was put into foster care. How I wish I could say I was taken in by a loving family but that was not the case. Spending the next 13 years of my life there I never once heard the words "I love you". My days were filled with tending the farm animals, cutting wood to provide money, school, and being used to provide income. I was whipped, beaten, and kept isolated from my peers as punishment. And even though the lady of the house professed to be a Christian, her biggest goal was to get me to shed tears.

Never once did they ever stand up for me but in some twisted way I figured it was my fault and if I tried just a little harder they would love me. The most I was able to be was a friend of the family. When I became of age, the money stopped for fostering me and I suddenly ended up on the street to fend for myself. Yet still I kept in touch because this was the closest to family that I had.

After getting done with a tour in the Air Force and in a failing loveless marriage, I used to visit them 1 week each summer. That is where I met Lisa and in spite of the age difference I considered her a friend and knew how special she truly was. She and her mentally handicapped brother were eventually adopted by the family I had lived with after they worked out a way to continue getting state aid.

Watching little Lisa grow up was so special and caused me to yearn for a daughter of my own some day. She would sit on my lap and watch me do things on the computer until late at night. She was so shy and would run from any other men but always seemed comfortable around me. I figured it was because she knew she could trust me and I vowed never to violate that trust.

How I wished she could have a rich life instead of being kept isolated and treated like a servant. At least I had one week a year where I could share something special with her and our friendship grew. I even offered her advice about boys although it gave me a funny feeling inside. How I dreaded the thought that her first experience might be by someone who only wanted to use her. Considering her mother was so uncaring that she put a 12 year old girl in charge of grown migrant field workers in an isolated field all alone, it is a wonder she wasn't raped. No truly loving mother EVER would have allowed this situation to develop. But it continued to happen year after year. I can't give details due to promises I have made but you can pretty well fill in the blanks.

Finally, at the tattered end of my marriage, Lisa came down to visit me. Raised in a home where her mother prided herself in cooking from scratch, nevertheless Lisa knew almost nothing about cooking. Her life was being ordered to clean the house and to take care of her older brother.

She was just shy of 17 when she visited. She was full of faith in God and she had a heart of purest gold. As my loveless marriage was falling apart, I was praying the Lord would send someone into my life who I could give my heart and my trust to. Unbeknown to me, her mother was praying an older Christian gentleman would accept Lisa as she was and love her wholeheartedly. Lisa also had a prayer that I would always remain an important part of her life. She was very jealous of my soon to be ex-wife. Little did we know that God would answer all 3 prayers when she went to wake me up one morning and I drew her on top of me. Our eyes locked together and we KNEW.

There were no doubts whatsoever that God had drawn us together. Two people injured by the same woman drawn together to be healed. How we both wanted to promise each other the world in that moment. But I had to finish getting divorced and she needed to find if that was what she truly wanted for her life. I wouldn't let her make those types of promises until she was a little older.

This part of my story starts to overlap with "A Memory to Cherish" so I will refer you to it for more detail. Suffice it to say that when she got back home, she was so scared of what her mother would do she denied what her heart felt and broke it off. It hurt but I understood and wrote her "May all your Dreams come True" for her birthday present.

After I visited over Christmas, she decided she didn't care what her mother thought, she would be true to her heart and to what she knew was God's will in her life. We e-mailed and instant messaged for 6 months and our relationship grew deeper and stronger as time went on. I made a book of all this which we referred to as our "Book of Dreams" that we would show to our children someday.

I gave up everything for her for love and on faith. I gave up a house, and left friends and a career behind. I proposed to her just shy of her 18th birthday and her mother even gave her permission to help me pack my things to move 700 miles so I would be near her. It took 2 weeks to pack things up, quit my job, and move. Those were 2 glorious happy weeks we spent with each other and her older brother was there to help also. Although he may have been mentally slow, I saw a side of her brother you never could have seen around his mother. He made his own decisions, microwaved his own meals, and except for worrying the neighbors while he was watching the trains go by, handled himself quite well. It is a shame his mother went to court and had his adult rights taken away.

Her mother still dictated most of her choices like which college she would attend and what car they would buy her. She was told she had to come home every weekend and that she had to call once a day. The apron strings were strangling Lisa and she hated it. Her mother failed to prepare her for the world and wouldn't allow her to have any independence. And to make matters worse, she was put into a dorm with other girls that wanted to get her involved in drinking, drugs, and wanton sex.

When she allowed one of them to talk her into accepting a drink I was very concerned she would be gotten drunk and taken advantage of by some guy bragging how he got her cherry. So I got her to promise she would only drink at my house where I could watch over her. I was really hoping she might get sick and hate drinking but I loved her to much to let her have that much. And to top it off, I found out she was a very horny drunk. The hardest thing I have ever done was turn her down while she was drunk. That is not the way for your first time to be. We did make out and she enjoyed it very much but I wouldn't go all the way.

Feel free to read "A Memory to Cherish". This story is more about what came afterwards. How incredible it was to have her snuggled by my side. The love, the joy, the commitment made everything that I suffered in the past worth all the pain. I wanted Lisa to be able to have ALL of her dreams come true. We had our vows to each other but I wanted the actual ring on both of our fingers. Unfortunately this couldn't happen without her mother knowing about it because she was the town official that had to issue it. And she was so afraid of her mother.

We spent time together by ourselves and also with what I thought were "our" friends. She even told her dorm mate that we had sex together and was congratulated for it. Yet the closer we grew and the more our love deepened, the more she was afraid of her mother finding out and the more jealous her dorm mates became.

The one thing Lisa was absolutely positive about was that she knew God meant for us to be together. I told her as long as she had faith, we could stand against anything. I wanted her to overcome her fears so that we could get married. She was ready to give up college and wanted to merge our bank accounts and move in with me in a dinky 1 bedroom apartment with me and my son. But I didn't want her to lose out on her college and have regrets later in life. I knew God would provide a way.

Finally I convinced her to tell her mother. She was an adult and I would be right there beside her. Do you think her mother was happy? No Way. Her daughter wasn't allowed to marry someone she loved. I guess she was supposed to wait for someone her mother picked for her. And because we tried to do the honorable thing, Lisa was forbidden to marry me. She was forced to call her mother twice a day now and the schedule of being home was even tighter.

All Lisa's mother could see was a chance to hurt me once more. Her daughter's happiness meant nothing. But in spite of this, our love remained strong. I visited her in the dorms and we spent time together. And except for the tears over her mother's cruel torture, all was love, joy, and butterflies.

Lisa felt safe. She felt loved, wanted, and appreciated. She knew she could trust me no matter what happened. She would go home every weekend to have her mother degrade her and threaten her and heap guilt on her head. They threatened to take her car and her money, and tried to convince her that she should listen to her heart. When she said she was, then it changed to never listen to your heart because it is full of lies. Her mother said I was her son for the first time in my life so she could say it was incest. Then she promptly disowned me 1 minute after acknowledging me. Very convenient but it was enough for their pastor to condemn us without even bothering to talk to us or confer with God about it.

Each weekend was torture and each time we came back together was filled with tears over the hate her mother was displaying towards her. She suffered humiliation, silence, scorn, accusation, and threats of being permanently disowned yet her faith remained. Our love was still strong. We knew God would provide a way and she desperately wanted to get away from the drugs, alcohol, and illicit sex going on in the dorms.

Then her mother made her go to a Christian youth rally. Even though she didn't want to attend, her mother made her go. On the last day of the rally I found the local laws had changed and that her mother could no longer block us from getting married. Also a home was provided for us near where she was going to college. And then a man prayed over her and said to remove herself from sin. Her mother erupted with "praise Jesus, the relationship is over" and Lisa was confused and embarrassed as many turned to look. She lost her faith that night in God, in us, and in herself. The night before Halloween her mother made her promise to break up with me.

In tears, she spoke to me on the phone. As I told her how God had provided for us, she told me she had to break up with me. I spent the next 3 days with her at college as we cried together over breaking up but she could no longer stand up to her mother. She even stripped off my pants as me made out and lowered herself on me until I started to enter her, then overcome with guilt she looked me in the eyes and said NO!! Many guys wouldn't have stopped at this point but I did because I love her.

Her dorm mates decided I was no longer allowed to be there and one of them even told me that she would get Lisa drunk and fucked by someone younger so she would forget about me. Little did I know that a guy I spoke to at work who used women only for sex was the cousin of that woman's best friend. She was even blackmailed when she still tried to see me and was allowed no privacy. Over Christmas break she finally lost hope.

January 17th she came over to get her stuff and talk to me. She brought friends along so she wouldn't succumb to the yearning of her heart. She had me pour enough blackberry brandy into a soda bottle that would get her drunk but not sick and I hoped she wouldn't take it. When she left, she was depressed and promised to come back to talk but the bottle went with her. She went back to the dorm and chugged the brandy and her heart died that night.

My co-worker did use her and then wrote about his conquest all over the bathroom walls at work. After a few months of screwing her, he dumped her looking for fresh meat. Now all that is left of that sweet innocent lady that I love so much is a sad, used broken little girl who has hidden her heart away to deal with the pain.

The Lord gave us a blessing and brought two hearts together. He merged our souls as one and filled our lives with peace, love, and happiness. Now all that remains is two ragged halves of a soul ripped apart by hate, jealousy, and fear. I still see her in passing from time to time and always with a sad face. Surly Satan laughed that Halloween at the carnage that was caused.

I miss her so much and pray someday she will find her way back home. The only thing worse than never finding your soul mate is finding her and having her destroyed. I would have given my life to protect her from everything but I couldn't protect her from herself. I shed tears not only for the joy that we have lost but also for what she has become.

Faith, hope, and love. Now abideth these three. But the greatest of these is love. I will always love her and I forgive what she has done to me. But as long as she hides from her heart she will never have love or joy. And she will not hear the Lord calling her. If any of you reading this story pray, then feel free to pray for us or at least for her. May she one day be free to follow her heart once more. Maybe this Halloween will have the Lord win.

Te Ama Mi Esposa

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