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GIVEAWAY ENDS SEPTEMBER 1st 2014 AT MIDNIGHT EDT
“ I hate when people think I’m in a bad mood just because I’m being quiet. ”
“ I constantly tell myself ‘I’m done’ but then I find myself trying again. ”
This man is a rapist. His name is Steven James and he is not 30 years old. He is 43 years old, a travel nurse, and a pedophile. Do. Not. Trust. Him.
This looks like OKC so if you use it and love around Raleigh, stay safe!!
(This is actually the tinder application which is a lot easier to hide on than OKC)-Steven James is active within the BDSM community and the adult entertainment industry. He targets young, white, single mothers. (my family were not his first victims) As a travel nurse he bounces from hospital to hospital in the tri-state area and is known to frequent Raleigh, Durham, Winston-Salem, Statesville, and Kernersville.
He raped me for nine months from the day I turned twelve until my family moved out of his condo in winston salem. When I returned to Chapel Hill he continued to make trips to visit my family and abused me while he was here. In March of 2006 I disclosed about my abuse to my art teacher who contacted department of social services and the police. when Winston Salem authorities were made aware of the case they sent social workers to his home to ask him about the allegations. To avoid losing his nursing privileges he fled to Ohio for a few years until things died down.
He is extremely dangerous, armed, and has extensive knowledge of technology (including how to find me should he see this). I am prepared for the backlash associated with this post and its reblogs. I am prepared to deal with the possible shut down of my blog for this post. I am prepared for him to find me. He has taken drastic steps to change his appearance, including what looks like botox and collagen injections. I am wholly positive that I am not mistaken. You do not forget the face of the person who killed what was inside you and you never will.
I know that I will never get justice for what he has done and the subsequent events that followed my disclosure, but I hope that with this post he wont be able to ever hurt someone else.Thank you for all of the support i have received. Thank you for your words, your efforts, your reblogs, your thirst for justice.
Be safe, be aware, be critical.
Signal boost the hell out of this. This man is very dangerous. You could save a life.
I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:
IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.
1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.
2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.
3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”
4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”
5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.
TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.
Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.
why on earth doesn’t this have more notes
I actually had to do this once. She lived.
if you scroll past this on your dash you are absolutely heartless.
"I guess I just didn’t understand how someone could never be alone and yet still feel so… lonely.
I remember the day that I quit my job. It was in the back of my heart, but I wasn’t quite sure that that I would go through with it. When my son was born, there was no doubt in my mind. I just wasn’t going to be able to leave him… Ever.
I brought my new baby in to see the rest of my coworkers and Daddy who happened to work at the same University. I showed him off in his little orange and blue puppy dog onesie – my sweet boy.
Honestly, I remember more about what my son wore and how precious everyone said he was than the actual conversation I had with my boss. I think he saw it coming before I did.
So, I went home, and I stayed at home.
I was still at home 9 months later when I found out that I was expecting again.
I was still at home 4 years later when I found out that I was expecting our third.
I am still at home today.
I know that this isn’t a choice that fits all families. I know that this isn’t an option for many. I have been given one of life’s greatest blessings – to be constantly present in the lives of my children from the moment they were born.
But what I didn’t understand 4 years ago when I decided to go home, was how lonely the life of a stay at home momma can be.
No one tells you that part.
As a matter of fact, most people don’t ever talk about it.
But some days, are just lonely.
It was especially difficult in the beginning. I had two babies under the age of 18 months. I was constantly busy giving them my full attention with absolutely no break. Neither of my children could have a conversation with me. I didn’t have time to talk on the phone except shortly. Play dates were more stress and struggle than they seemed to be worth, and at the end of the day, I had no energy to see friends (who seemed more like a nice idea than a reality.)
As my children got older, friends became more of a parenting support system. I would get together with girl friends, and we would talk about our children. We would talk about our struggles and our triumphs. We would encourage one another, and then, we would go back home.
Yes, I had been around other people, but it didn’t feel like anyone really saw “me.” As a matter of fact, “me” seemed more like a nice idea than someone I really knew anymore… and that… That is where the loneliness lived.
I was just the mommy pushing the grocery cart. I was just the mommy driving the van. I was just the mommy carrying the sweet little baby or holding the toddler’s hand. No one paid me much attention except to ask about my kids. I gave all of my attention to my children, and it seemed like everyone else did too.
I felt guilty about feeling so alone when I got to spend all day with the sweetest children in the world. I felt guilty for just not wanting to be in charge for a minute… to have someone call me “Becky” instead of “Mommy.” I felt guilty for feeling sad when there are so many mommas out there who would love to spend all day with their babies.
But the truth is, I don’t think I’m the only one who feels this way.
I know I don’t speak for all, but I think if I sat down a room full of stay at home mommas the majority would say, “There are days when I just feel lonely.”
Sometimes, knowing that we aren’t the only one that feels this way can bring a little hope.
So, to the tired momma who might not hear this often,
You’re not alone. It’s okay to not be okay some days. It is okay to say that you miss friendship. It’s okay to say that there are some days you don’t love your job. It’s okay to say that you’re not always happy.
It doesn’t make you a bad momma. It doesn’t make you any less.”