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ReBecca Burns Empowering Women

Hello everyone, I wanted to share that my new site, the one I have been working on forever and a day launched a few days ago. While some spots are rough as some things not showing, the content is there. I was not going to share this news yet but the soft launch has already generated a response so I wanted to share with you what the new site was about.

 

Special thanks to everyone that has already reached out, especially CM for reaching out today to tell me how my words over the years have helped to get her through a rough day.  That comment made all the nights of wondering, it this was helping, did my words benefit anyone,this made it all worth while.

 

That is what this is all about, being there to support each other.

I created this site to help me deal with a horrible abusive past and to help others (if that is where you are, stay here for a bit.

My goal has expanded to now help you with this new site, when you are ready, to take back your life and not be hostage to a past you tried to hard to be free from. I hope you will check out my new site at www.ReBeccaBurns.com and comment.

While you may see some posts from The-LastStraw.com most will be new and focused on helping you promote and market your #1 business – YOU!

Love & Peace,
Rebecca

I am a writer, dreamer and true believer that you change your life by changing your focus. I search the web day and night to bring you access to Motivational & Inspirational Resources to Promote & Market your #1 Business – YOU!

Come check it out, I would love your feedback, while you are there grab your FREE Goal & Progress Worksheets to help you set Obtainable Goals as well as the additional daily checklists to keep you Focused and Successful!

 

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The following is a direct email that was sent to me. I felt that the readers here could help support this woman. I will call her Lady M. I have posted her email as well as my response. I have encouraged her to come to this link as we will support her the best that we can.

Message: i currently live with an abusive partner with my two daughters he does not physically hit me ever but emotionally financially mentally and verbally he does just recently he took the money out of the girls piggy bank for smokes he steals money from me and i can’t kick him out surveillance calls him each night to make sure that he’s home he does have curfew i tried to phone shelters here in the city where i live but there’s no room child and welfare are involved but are not taking the kids due to me going to meetings and its okay for him to miss meetings but not me they said that if i choose to leave they wont take the kids i tried since Saturday but there’s no where to go social assistance wont give me a bus ticket or child welfare to another shelter in a different city because hes not hitting me i get money in 2 days and i can already feel a argument coming on he looks on the facebook when I’m on there reading what i type and reads my mail even on the phone when m y mom or friends or social workers phones hes right there watching me he gets mad at my kids for the smallest things and when he does not get his own way he throws a temper tantrum and kicks the table and chairs and yells and swears around the house he stole money from my wallet a few days ago and hes just being nice right now because he thinks hes getting money from me on Thursday which i tell him no but he gets it anyways he had sex with me a few weeks ago when i was sleeping and when i woke up he was on top of me i never charged him because i couldn’t believe it he would go that low I’m the only one who cooks cleans and does the house hold chores around the house he doesn’t help with anything the guy is 42 years old and cant even cook his own meals the last time i left he starved himself for a month i cant take it any longer i want something different i don’t want to argue in front of the kids anymore i;m tried and worn out of taking care of his needs i need to be with my kids only when i phone to the shelters and tell them this they don’t believe me anymore it feels like I’m being judged like I’m gonna keep coming back when enough is enough

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Dear Lady M,

It broke my heart to read your email. You are really between a rock and a hard spot. Is there any way to take the money you are getting and make a run for it? I wish that I had the money to get you where you need to get.

I would really like to recommend that you visit and write me via my website at http://www.the-laststraw.com, there is a great community of women there that are in your shoes today and can help support you. I have started a post with the email that you sent me. This is the best way to get support; I hope this is okay with you as I normally post most emails. Your real name is not used. If you wish to continue to write in the one locate for support click here…

Don’t worry about what others think, most abused men and women go back for many reasons. I went through what you are, I was finally free of him for weeks, then I went to take his son over so he could see him, the guilt from his family and he acted like he learned a lesson and had been living in his car, I let him move back in, the worst thing I could have done, my life was worse than ever because I had him live prior.

Even if he doesn’t hit you, you need to let the police and agencies know that you fear for your life, from your words you do. Can you take the money you are getting and buy the bus tickets you wanted? Is there any family that can help you? I am not sure what agencies you are calling so here is a link that lists quite a few: http://womenslaw.org/gethelp.php and http://womenslaw.org/

Keep in touch and let us know how we can be there for you. You are in my prayers tonight.

Love & Peace,
Rebecca J. Burns

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I lay in the fetal position in the middle of the aftermath of an explosion. I had lived through a small tornado when I was a little girl, but this was more terrifying. My favorite photos were not visible through the green spray paint that now covered the frame that lay on the kitchen floor. One phone lay by my head, the other smashed in the living room wall. I was very weak and my life was out of control.

I had to move, there was so much to do, and so little free time left before the police had to release my drunken husband. I stepped over the shattered dishes and poured a glass of tap water. I had been up for 24-hours and the lack of food and rest increased my anxiety. I tried to remember the night before, but it still seemed a dream. My son and I fled in the middle of the night, like thieves. My heart had never raced so fast, not that I had not been afraid before, but I was actually running away this time.

Fear consumed me as I walked up the steps of the courthouse. My husband would be very angry with me and I was certain he would take my life. The daily fear of dying in front of my son became so compelling, so definite; I had to do what I could to stop it this time. The memory of being held hostage at my kitchen table while our son, barely three, was placed on the table to watch, forced me to be strong. I could not wake another day, praying and pretending it away.

No one knew how I lived; I had so many secrets, and felt naked, with everyone staring at the women who looked like she had slept in her car. Dirty tears trickled down my face as I tried to compose myself.

“Did he threaten you?” asked the judge.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“You must speak up, no one is going to hurt you.”

“Yes, he threatened me.”

“How?”

“He held a knife to my throat; he told me I was going to die.”

I was relieved there were no more questions. Grateful, I squeezed my Rosary already imbedded in the palm of my hand. I had been sleeping with it for years, so if I died, God would be with me.

The judge granted the restraining order, and told me I could step down. I waited on a bench in the hall where a woman brought me my copy of the order. It should have been over, but it was not. She asked me where they would serve him the papers, and I reminded her police had taken him the night before. He was released and would be waiting for me at home. The police followed me to my apartment. This was the hardest thing I have ever had to do, but I had to do it to save my life.

One of the officers told me to enter the house and then let them in. My fear showed for I could barely get my key in the front door lock. The front screen lay on the ground; my husband had climbed in through the front window. My husband looked confused when he saw me, I am sure he thought he had frightened me enough not to return this time.

“What the hell do you want?” he hollered at me.

Just then, the two large police officers entered the apartment. He lay half-dressed on the couch he had been sleeping on for years. One officer told him to put on his shoes, take nothing else and leave. It hurt to see the father of my child, walk off into the streets, with nothing but the shirt on his back. It hurt that it had come to this day but I was so thankful it had finally come.

When I went to pick up my son I felt compelled as I drove past the church where had been christened to go in. I sat in the back and clutched my rosary so tight it caused a familiar indent in my hand. Two women appeared on either side of me. They rubbed my back and tried to console me then they were gone. It felt surreal. Calmness came over me like I had never felt before. As afraid as I had been, I had done it. I had finally had the strength to make him stay away. I did not have to live with him hurting me. Life was still a struggle, but I was no longer living with the invisible fear on a daily basis.

Be Strong,

Love & Peace,
Rebecca

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