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Justice At Last — Finding Freedom in Divorce

by | Sep 18, 2020 | Domestic Violence Awareness, Freedom, Relationships, Survivor, The Year of Restoration

We’ve been preparing for the today for months. Actually, 40 years is probably more accurate. And finally, it is finished.

After abandoning my mother six years ago and leaving her financially destitute, bruised, and broken, my father finally decided to file for divorce last year. Once it was made clear my parents were headed to trial, I was asked if I would be willing to testify against my father.

After growing up with domestic violence from my father which included sexual, emotional, physical, psychological, and spiritual abuse, and after watching my mother experience the same violence for 35 years, I was more than ready to take the witness stand for the second time in my life and tell my story.

I sent in my documentation. I told about the molestation. I told of the day I was thrown into my bathroom wall. I told of the abuse I witnessed my mother endure each day. I did not hold anything back.

After months of preparation and a rehearsal with my mother’s attorney, we all went to bed last night eager and very ready for the battle to begin.

The day did not end as anyone expected. After several grueling hours a settlement was made. I did not officially take the stand, however, the judge was made aware of my intended testimony and my mother’s intended testimony at the start of the day, and he immediately made it clear what his finale ruling would be if the trial were to continue and then asked for the parties to instead consider settling with terms similar to the suggested ruling.

Everyone is exhausted after a whirlwind day, but relieved it is at last over. While I may not have given formal testimony, I did still take my stand of truth for a person I dearly love and I believe my intended testimony served its purpose.

At last I got to watch a bit of justice served for my mother. Justice I’ve waited for for most of my life.

And so now, let the healing begin. ?



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About the Author

Emily Elizabeth Anderson is a Christian blogger and rising activist for people who have experienced abuse within a Christian environment.

After growing up in a fundamentalist cult for 23 years and experiencing childhood domestic violence, Emily began her journey to recovery in 2015 and eventually found Jesus to be her ultimate healer. She soon turned her passion for writing into a blog and her story has since been featured on several media outlets including NPR.

She married her best friend, Joshua, in 2020 and together they are passionate about educating on the realities of trauma survival and recovery, as well as supporting survivors they meet through their online community.

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