My name is Nicole Wright.
I am 26 years old.
I have a 3 year old son and a 6 year old daughter.
Here's my story.Nicole
I don't go out much,
but today I felt like I had to celebrate my baby's birthday.Today my baby boy turned 3 years old and I'm happy--
and sad, I guess?Every November 3rd I am reminded of the fact that my beautiful baby boy was born which is a heavenly thought, but the circumstances in which he was born were somewhat unbearable. My son was meant to be terminated because it wasn't really clear if I would survive or not. Although knowing this, I was forced to have my baby. By force I mean the words "Kill the baby and I will kill you" were told to me by the father of my children.
My son was born in a bathtub.
Yes I know that was very sudden, but it's true.Three years ago, today, I was locked in a bathroom with only water, a towel, a blanket and my 3 year old daughter. My son was born.
I thought to myself how could something so cruel and odd take part in creating two perfect angels. That is a mystery that still falls upon my mind to this day.I know you're probably thinking "How did you end up having not one, but two children, let alone get into a relationship with a creature of such nefariousness(evilness)?
Well to say the least, I was stuck.
Trapped.
Think of being trapped in a garbage compactor with the walls slowly and gradually closing in until BOOM! You have been destroyed.
But in my case, the compactor had not destroy me just yet.
You're probably like "Why didn't you just get help or leave?" Well I couldn't exactly go anywhere. He wouldn't let me communicate with my friends, job, family, not even a distant cousin. He manipulated the masses into believing I just up and ran off with him, which in the perspective of people I knew, did not seem so crazy, because I was so "In love with him".
He wasn't broke, He, while with me, provided for my kids, gave us a house, food, entertainment, and in the public eye treated us like regular people, hence why people never really suspected anything.
I know I worded that weirdly but I never really considered that man and I an us or we.
My siblings Tahara and Nick did suspect something though. Mind you these are kids still in elementary and Highschool. They were the ones who notified my older brother who found me and my babies. The day did was pretty simple, he came by his house one afternoon around back, while he was out doing unlawful things, to tell me to be ready by 8 at night and we would be gone. 8 came and I packed EVERYTHING. By everything I mean, clothes, shoes, little decor, food, except electronics because, so I wasn't to be tracked.
And we were off .
We contacted the authorities, The father of my babies of course took ofd and cleaned everything from his accounts, which was expected. So he got away. Gladly I was reunited with everyone and they believed every bit of what happened. I got my apprenticeship back at the research facility, and life was good, or so I thought...
O yes the story of how I met that man is a story that deserves its own series, but that isn't the focus right now.
So my 2nd baby turned 3 today, and I ask him what he wants. He of course responds with food and toys, so I did just that. I took him to his favorite buffet style restaurant and later we would go home and open all of his presents.
O yes I have a new home that I purchased and a new car!!!