Bump- Set- 911
It was 2003. My mom had just helped me file a 30 day "restraining order" against my father. Aka- an emergency loss of visitation essentially. It was shortly after he had made repeated threats against my life, and had physically hurt me repeatedly (enough to leave marks finally). It was granted, and I was trying to figure out what it meant to be legally involved in ugly things. I was 12. I was starting middle school. I was trying out for the middle school volleyball team before school started. It was the first week or two that I was able to get away from him. I was living with my mom but I was still always still on edge, expecting him to show up or cause an issue. I went for a few days of volleyball clinics, was trying to learn and then find a place in life. A place I really wanted to be...a place I thought I could create a safe environment maybe? However, much like any other time I felt safe... while I was in the gym one of those days...in walked my father....
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