Prologue
Disclaimer
This is based on true story of abuse. All names and dates have been changed to protect the identities of those written about. The dream is true, but no bands have nothing to do with the book. It is just a dream of the authors that never came true. No names in this book are related to anyone living or deceased.
Special Thanks:
A very special Thank you to the Waterloo Regional Police for answering any question that came up. All addresses are not related to anyone living there now or before.
Any Songs that were not written by myself is quoted with who composed/wrote it and the singer. A very special thank you to those who composed/wrote it and sang it for such amazing songs that I love to sing along to.
Prologue
“Matt, can you please make sure the children are in their rooms,” I asked as I settled down on my favourite blue couch with a cup of peppermint tea. While Matt was upstairs checking on the children, I began to think about a lot of different things. My career, my husband, my children and my life. I did not have an easy life and Matt has helped me through it. He has been my number one support, through the hard times and the good. I have had my career for a couple of years. It has been a long and process. I have not been able to be with my children all the time and I have missed quite a few special occasions in my children’s life. Occasions such as their first words, toilet training and other things that I was unable to be there for. Nick was nice to give me time off so I could be with my children for my daughter, Megan’s second birthday. The party had gone off without a hitch, with all the two-year-old’s running around.
Megan’s second birthday was amazing. She had made quite a few friends, that
I believed would stick around for a very long time. Even though I am not always around, I am very protective of her, and my son, Steven.
While I sat and drank my tea, I could not help but wonder what would have happened if I did not get my dream? I wondered if would have been a teacher instead. I also wondered what would have happened if I would have not met and married Matt. Would I have been in an abusive relationship instead? After being abused by my parents and by someone I thought I loved, I cannot help, but think that maybe I would have ended up that way. I also lost someone that I really loved by murder. Someone I thought was my friend, killed him. I may be away from my children and my husband all the time, but I always call home and try to come home frequently. I even take them with me when I can. I hate being away from them all the time. I have found my real father. It was a surprise to find him. I almost was ready to give up. Now that I found him, I am getting to know him. It is taking time for both of us to get use to one and other.
I am so grateful that I am not abusive, not being abused and in a healthy relationship. I am grateful that my mother’s teachings to me, I have not passed on to my children and will not pass on to them what I went through. Matt is wonderful, he lets me cry on his shoulder when I need to. He is my one support. Even if it is three in the morning and I’m on tour without him. I know I can call and he will listen to whatever I am feeling or even to a new song that I am working on. I am grateful that I met him. I am also grateful that I left the abusive home, abusive mother and stepfather. I should also call my sisters Anna and Rebecca. I should check on them and see how they are doing. Make sure they are alright.
The phone rang and interrupted my thoughts. I shook my head to clear my thoughts answered the phone.
“Hello?” Answering, wondering who is calling me at nine at night. Everyone knows full and well that no one can call, due to Matt and I trying to put the kids to bed.
“Hi, Angel. How was the party?” It was Nick, one of my managers.
“It was fine Nick, what’s up?” I asked already knowing that I was going to have to
leave again for a concert. One that I knew I would not be allowed to take my children on.
“I have some unwelcomed news. You leave for the Third World Countries tomorrow,” Nick said.
With Nick expecting me to be upset and asking if I could take my children along, I surprised him and with my reply of, “Okay no problem.”
“Okay, you’re not upset and you don’t want to take your kids along. This is a first,”
Nick said already prepared for an argument.
“I know of the circumstances and I know it is not a safe environment for the children to be in,” I replied, too tired to even argue with him.
“Okay bye Angel. See you at noon sharp. Do not be late,” Nick said because I am always late.
“Okay bye,” I replied and hung up the phone just as Matt walked into the room.
“Who was that?” Matt asked.
“Oh, just Nick,” I said.
“Oh, what was it that he wanted?” Matt asked.
“Just to tell me that I leave at noon sharp to go to the Third World Countries again
for another concert,” I explained.
“Okay, lets go to bed since you have to get up early,” Matt replied, always concerned that I never got enough sleep. I guess I should feel you in on why Matt is always protective of me and why I never get enough sleep.
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