Greetings, fellow WOE Friends!
I hope you all are doing well! The summer season is upon us, and so is the heat. The WOE is jamming with hot concerts, shows, and attractions. But it's always 72 degree's inside. I love it!
I have included the latest HR Picture: We are all Insecure.
WOE Cares Need to Know topic this week will be Schizophrenia. It will be available later today. Stay tuned to Facebook or Twitter to know when it's ready or check back this evening. You can always find past topics in WOE Cares Need to Know page, listed under WOE Cares.
I updated Peter's Pics with our visit to Ober Gatlinburg. I videoed the trip to the top of the mountain in the aerial tramway and finally made a video, which is now on YouTube. The video isn't the best by any means but does offer great views of the mountains and ground below. It also allows you to feel what it's like to be a passenger.
I will hopefully get better at videotaping and editing, for your sake.
This week's WOE Interview/Story - Patty - A mother of two searching for a way out.
I hope you enjoy it!
"By the time I was 40, I knew with two young kids, an abusive husband, and a dead-end job, I was trapped.
I mean, I worked as a hostess at a restaurant, lucky to make 30-hours a week. When I was younger, I traded my chance of a good education in for a role as a mom. The father of my first child was too young and self-absorbed to be bothered to help raise his son. The burden fell on my parents and me.
The father of my daughter denied doing anything that would constitute bringing a child into this world, so he felt he was free to go and procreate some more with other women.
When I met Fred, he had an excellent job, a beautiful home, good looks, and made me laugh. But like most women, he made me feel like my young kids, and I would be taken care of.
After two years living with Fred, he started to change. He began to try and control where I was going, who I hung out with, how I dressed, and how I talked to him.
At first, it wasn't too hard to adjust, but then he became more strict and controlling over the next few months. I knew it had become more abusive when he delivered his first slap to my face for telling him I didn't want to play hostess to his friends in skimpy clothing.
I had made so many poor choices while growing up, it was impossible to tell my parents, who were happy I finally got it together, I screwed up again.
I just needed to be a good wife and get my kids through it. Where else could I go? My job didn't even provide health care unless I worked so many hours a week, which few ever did,
Over the next year, Fred was successful in subduing me, and I learned to use makeup to cover up my mistakes.
On a slow Monday afternoon, two men and a woman came in for lunch. I sat them and gave them their drinks. We talked briefly. About ten minutes later, the woman went to the bathroom. When she came out, she sat on the bench near the front door and played on her phone.
What I didn't know is that she was watching me work. After a bit, she came up to me, and we started talking. She asked me about my kids and family. I never said a word about what I was going through, but I never needed too.
When they all left the table to leave, they passed by me, and the woman handed me an envelope with my name on it. She asked me to open it in private.
Later, I went into the women's bathroom and opened it in the stall. All it said was, "Patty, you're needed elsewhere! Accept a chance to make a difference for others, your kids, and yourself. We are here for you!"
There was nothing else in the letter. No name, phone number, nothing. I tore it up and threw it away. Three days later, I received a text, "Accept our offer?"
I knew it was from them. I just spent three days thinking about the letter, wondering and dreaming of what life could be like without Fred. I texted back, yes!
On a Saturday morning, Fred was out of town. I received a knock at my front door. I opened it, and there were the three people I seated last week. The woman said, "We have a moving van. Pack all your things. It's time."
I started breaking down immediately. She comforted me and then we all pulled everything together, including all the kids' toys. Within two hours, the truck was packed, and we were riding to the airport.
The WOE legal team helped me file for divorce, and my kids and I are living on the property. I am going to school to learn to be a social worker, as I work as a hostess here in the MoonEatery.
You never know where help may come from if it does at all. But you should be ready and willing to accept it if and when it does. Thank you, WOE!"
Thanks for reading! Until next time,