Within two weeks of Her giving my boyfriend the children we get a text asking for them back. Immediately after my boyfriend gets a phone call. Its Her twin sisters baby daddy. Baby daddy informs my boyfriend that She only gave him the kids so that he could say goodbye. Her true intentions were to kidnap the kids and take them out of state so my boyfriend would never see them again. Like that was ever going to happen! We kept the kids and told Her she would be hearing from our attorney.
Now let me take you into crazy town. Up to this point I had been left voicemails telling me to "give back her husband (no they were not married) and go eat a cheeseburger you fat cow," I was threatened to be killed if she ever saw me again, and I got the usual home wrecker labels. I got probably a hundred or so text messages and phone calls a day. Did my boyfriend get any? No. Again, why do women do that. I would just bite my tongue and let her talk to the kids.
There was not a daggum thing I could say to this woman to make her stop with the hateful things she felt I needed to hear. I eventually just changed my phone number. Then one day I had a baby shower to go to. So I took the kids to my parents house because my husband was working out of town and I couldn't take them with me. My parents live and hour away. Which happens to be between Her and us. I guess She knew this somehow, because that day she found me.
My mother had called me and told me to get out of her parking space. So as I was backing out of the drive way I almost hit a car. My moms yelling at me to stop. As I look back I realize its Her at the same moment she realizes its me. I'm thinking CRAP what do I do now?! I watch which way she pulls out and quickly load up car seats. I knew shed be waiting for me because the way she turned was away from town, and unless you know back roads you'd be lost in seconds that way.
I get the kids settled with my parents. We decided it would be best if they just brought them to my house and wait for me there. Then I left. I got to the end of the street and there she sat at the stop sign one street over. I pull out. She pulls out behind me. I am panicked. Do I try to weave my way through town since she doesn't know the place or just try to out run her. I chose town. I couldn't shake her though so I flipped around in a neighborhood and headed back towards the police station. Yes I was terrified. I knew She would make good on her threats and she had help. I was alone.
So I get to the police station. On the way I called my dad to come watch my pickup while I was dealing with this. (I'm pathetic I know but the truck was my baby.) I jump out and lock my doors. I run inside and as I'm gasping for breath (not a runner) I tell the police officer I am being stalked and that this crazy person has chased me all the way to the station. He has me sit down because he sees her coming in.
She bursts in and yells "this b*tch has my kids!"
The police officer looks at me, "ma'am do you have her children."
"No, Sir. They are with grandparents." I replied.
"Ok, thank you ma'am. You can go now." He told me.
I hauled butt out of there. I did not look back. I waived at my dad and left. He called me later and told me he waited until she came out and he followed her half way back to her house to make sure she left me alone. My dads a scary looking man so I can only imagine what she was thinking about him following her. Ha ha its the little things...So I was free, for now.
I spent the next 2 years looking over my shoulder. She didn't know where either of us lived specifically but we would see her driving all over town on occasion. We frequently changed daycares. We hid out. She eventually found my boyfriends apartment complex. We moved him out in the middle of the night that very night. We weren't doing this to be vindictive. We did this to protect the children from this crazed maniacal kidnapper. Besides every time we would find her address, whether it was in this state or the next, she would move as soon as the papers where attempted to be served. She not once spoke to our attorney. It was obvious she wasn't getting one of her own. In December 2009 she actually had another baby. That father got custody within a couple of months. I guess that states laws are different than ours.
She eventually stopped calling. It was as if she had just dropped off of the face of the earth. My boyfriend and I married in the fall of 2009. I became mommy. My life now revolved around these two precious lives and their daddy. We were happy. Then on August 4, 2011 we got the most amazing news anyone could ask for!