Young Christian Mom
by Rachel Dills
So keep in mind that I had been very depressed and at the time I weighed literally 90 pounds,
and I was arrested for battery. From the time after I left Corey until the time I got arrested, I
was trying to find a way for me and my son to get back to North Carolina. While on the phone
with someone to try and get a ride, CDV kept harassing me and threatening to take my son
away from me. I finally got fed up and threw my makeup bag at him. And it just got really bad
from there. He called the police and because I had somehow scratched his arm in an earlier
scuffle, I was arrested. Even though I had a busted lip and my wrist was nearly broken, I was
arrested for a scratch that you could barely see.
So I was sitting in the patrol car waiting to be taken to jail and then the officer started accusing
me of being on meth. My temper almost got the best of me. I told her she could draw blood that
second and test it. I despise drugs!
When I arrived at the jail, I was informed that I would have to stay in the drunk tank for 24
hours. It was awful. It was cold and we couldn’t have a blanket or even wear our shoes. I tried to
sleep considering I had been up all night but with the couple of other people that were in there
it was impossible. An officer offered me some food and I told him I wasn’t hungry, so then they
tried to say I was trying to commit suicide by starving myself. That definitely was not the case.
I was so tired and just wanted to sleep. After leaving the drunk tank I was booked and spent
three days in jail. The whole time all I could think about was my son and how I wanted to get
him and just get away from everything and about Corey.
I had never felt so low in my entire life. I had
finally met an awesome man and now he would
never want to talk to me again.
On the fourth morning I was finally released. I
checked my phone and I had calls from my family
and from Corey. I immediately called him and he
informed me that he was out of town but he
wanted to see me. I explained to him what
happened and he didn’t even care. He just wanted
to see me and to make sure I was okay. I told him
that I was going to get my son and go back to
North Carolina for a little while but that we would
stay in touch. So that night, I got my son and left.
I stayed in North Carolina for about three weeks, and Corey and I talked every day. I came back
to Indiana with the intentions of getting my own place for myself and my son, so that Corey
and I could pursue a relationship. We stayed with him while looking for a place, but the day I
moved out never came.
So here we are, almost five years later. He has taken my son as his own. My son calls
him dad and views him as such. Corey and I are engaged and hope to start wedding
plans soon. I am finally happy. It took a lot to get here, but I wouldn’t change a thing.
Corey made it all worthwhile. Through him, God gave me and my son our life back.
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