Five years ago today, October 17 2012... Was the day my life forever changed.
I was in the process of leaving my abusive ex husband. We had been together for ten years, married for seven. We had two little boys ages five and three at the time. My mom was coming to Utah from Alaska to help me get divorced and help with the kids.
For three years he had been physically and verbally/emotionally abusive. When he found out that my mother was coming he completely lost it. He drove down to Fairview and I was caught off guard when he showed up at my family's farm while I was feeding the horses. I tried not to engage in any altercations as I had been doing since letting my mom know I needed her to come home. Despite my efforts, things changed fast. While at the farm he continued to slam his finger into my chest yelling about my mom coming. Both of my boys were there. After a while of him screaming he jumped into his car and took off with my wallet. I called him asking for my wallet back and he told me that nothing belonged to me, called me a B**** about five hundred times and threatened me. I left the farm and figured I would drive up to Orem where his parents lived and where I knew he was staying, call the cops there, and get my wallet. I got to the intersection to head to Mount Pleasant on 89 when his car pulled up next to me. I asked again for my wallet and he said "B**** I told you, you own nothing and it's my F****** wallet now." I stayed calm and told him that I would call the cops. He started to yell at my oldest son (who was five at the time) "Look at what mommy is doing, she is gonna have the cops kill your daddy!" My son started to cry and said please don't tell the cops mommy. At that point I pulled out onto Highway 89 south toward the town. He put his car in reverse and slammed his car into the back of my truck. He then flipped his car around and sped toward us. I was slowing down freaked out that he just messed up the truck. I was asking the boys if they were okay. He passed me and the entire rear end of his car was completely smashed. I pulled off the highway and headed back to Fairview to check my truck. Will called my cell and began apologizing for hitting the truck. I cut loose on him. How dare he do that with my children in the car! He begged me not to call the cops and said he just wanted to see the boys. That he would return my wallet and say goodbye to the kids and go to his parents. I was foolish enough to believe him. I told him I would not meet him at the house, that he would have to meet me between Mount Pleasant and Fairview. I thought that if I was on the side of the road with cars passing, I would be safe. I was wrong.
We met in a parking area on the side of the road and he pulled his car in behind my truck. I locked the doors and rolled down my windows just enough to talk and for him to pass me my wallet. He kept telling me to unlock the door and until I did so he would not leave or give up the wallet. I was such a brainwashed girl. So scared of this monster that I eventually complied. As soon as the door was opened he climbed in the truck over me and grabbed both the boys by the arms and began ripping them out of the truck. I grabbed my three year old and we began a tug of war with my baby. I instantly let go knowing my ex husband would sooner hurt my son than release him. At that last moment my little brother called me and I answered frantically telling him what was happening. My ex has always been afraid of my brother as soon as he realized who I was talking to, he put my kids back in the truck.
The last thing my brother said before our call dropped was "I'm headed to Utah" (He was in California at the time). As soon as Will figured the call had been lost he started his apologies. Begging me to let him spend time with the boys. Both boys at this time were a total wreck, crying and panicking. He told me he would take the boys to the house and I could just wait for him to hang out with them and then he would leave. Once again I complied, at this point I was desperate for him to just leave and would do almost anything to see him gone.
I followed him to the house and he pulled up into the driveway, I didn't want him to trap my truck so I stayed behind his car. I shut off the truck and the boys headed into the house. Will told them he had a new game for them to play. I stayed in the truck with the doors locked and the window cracked. My phone rang and it was my brother, I answered and began to tell him what happened, then Will walked out of the front door. I told my brother I would call him right back. That was almost the last phone call I would ever make.
Will tried to open the door to the truck and then told me to unlock it, that I needed to come in the house and spend "family time" with him and the boys. I naturally refused. He continued to beg and then he started to threaten me. At this point, the boys came running outside. My oldest was in front of my three year old. Will turned to my five year old and asked him, "Do you know why daddy hits mommy? Do you know why daddy drags mommy by the throat?" My sweet little boy replied "No daddy, why do you do that?" Will said "Because mommy is bad and says bad things to daddy, and that's what daddies do to mommies who are bad." At that point I jumped out of the truck. I grabbed my boys and put them in the truck, started it up and threw it into reverse. He was on top of me as soon as I threw that truck in reverse. I reached for my phone that was next to me and he grabbed it and threw it out of the truck onto the lawn. I knew I needed to call the cops. I went to jump out of the truck with him still on top of me. He jumped out behind me when he realized that I was going for my phone and he got to it before I did. I heard my boys scream. I turned around and the truck was rolling down the driveway. I ran for the truck which at this point was picking up speed and tried to jump in it. Will ran too and slammed me in the shoulder saying get the F*** out of the way. I slipped and was holding onto the steering wheel and he kept pushing me down. I felt the driver side tire roll over my right foot. I couldn't hold on any longer as the tire pulled me under. The truck rolled over my legs, hips, and torso. When it got to my shoulder I knew I was going to be dead as soon as it ran over my head. At that point all of my ribs shattered throwing my shoulder forward and the truck fell off my body. It then went over my right hand and turned it into hamburger, amputating some of my fingers and partially amputating others. Will got out of the truck and asked me to get up. I said if I moved I was going to die. The boys got out of the truck at that point and heard me say I was going to die. My three year old sat down next to me and began trying to put my fingers back on. My five year old lay down on top of me crying "mommy don't die!" My ribs couldn't handle his weight on me. My neighbor cam running to me and called 911. I sustained broken ribs, amputated fingers, a bruised lung, damaged pancreas, a six inch deep laceration in my hip. My right foot was shattered and completely compressed with permanent nerve damage and loss of blood supply. I was transported to a hospital where a police officer came in and for the first time in years, I realized I was living in an abusive marriage. A life time protective order was later issued. I now advocate for domestic abuse.
I was given a second chance at this life, one I will not take for granted. Perhaps my second chance will give other women in abusive situations a second chance as well..