tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post4240954384122989566..comments2023-11-21T10:20:18.657-05:00Comments on Log Home Mom: Who is Log Home Mom?Log Home Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281310606067543777noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-33631973853276093872023-03-06T13:04:18.316-05:002023-03-06T13:04:18.316-05:00Thank you for sharing your story. I was sexually a...Thank you for sharing your story. I was sexually abused by my stepfather for years. I at the time I thought I was the only one in the world who had to go through something like that. It was very lonely always “acting” like everything was OK. When I finally got brave enough to tell my mother she didn’t believe me. I ran away and spent the last 2 years of high school with my dad. The scars ran deep. Being a Christian I have tried forgiving. Years later I had a renewed relationship with my mother. I knew to have that I had to pretend that nothing had ever happened. I had to endure being around my step father. He “pretended” that he was a good guy. I prayed that someday he would say “I’m sorry”, but that never happened. He is dead now and I have a good relationship with my mother. It still hurts that she never believed me and now I am her caretaker. This past Sunday our pastor gave a sermon on forgiveness. There were so many good points in his sermon. One was that forgiveness is not dependent upon on the perpetrator asking for forgiveness. I don’t think I’m all the way there yet but I’m working on it. LHM your testimony has helped. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-80312924828869085772023-02-27T20:48:51.861-05:002023-02-27T20:48:51.861-05:00Thank you for sharing your story. I'm so sorry...Thank you for sharing your story. I'm so sorry you had to endure that and thank you for using your experience to help others. Our stories are not that unalike, maybe I will write that book yet. 😉Sue Hammennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-42590340134641466862023-02-24T09:19:28.917-05:002023-02-24T09:19:28.917-05:00Reading your storywe have similar things in commo...Reading your storywe have similar things in common. Growing up you always think your the only one dealing with the things happening. As I get older, I'm finding out it is not the case. Sadly there are so many of us..But God. So thankful that God chose us. He loves us. Thank you for sharing your story. Tracy Ellennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-55769776995954633702022-11-20T12:07:25.832-05:002022-11-20T12:07:25.832-05:00My story is eerily similar to yours except my fath...My story is eerily similar to yours except my father wasn't an alcoholic, my step dad was and my father was a child predator who raped me and many others. I endured abuse from all of them and had to maintain the house and take care of my siblings. My youngest siblings are a set of fraternal twins who called me mom until I left home after getting punched by my stepdad for the last time at 14. I left home. I became involved with a man who was 28 right after my 15th birthday. I thought he would protect me. He was abusive in every way. A few years after I left him at 20 I met another man who I regrettably married after 4 years. He also became abusive then 11 years after marrying him I found out he was molesting my daughters. I'm still trying to heal and a lot of memories I had blocked from all of the trauma I endured have began resurfacing since both of my parents passed away last year. Its been extremely difficult to go through. I was engaged to a man not too long ago who does truly love me, but I was manipulated by someone and I believed that person and left the man who loves me. It has taken me months to realize it and I couldn't have come to that conclusion except once I mentioned it to my therapist she told me she suspected it months ago. I deeply hurt the man and I'm trying to fix our bond. Please pray for this little girl and the woman she became too. I'm trying to heal, just not sure how. Thank you for sharing your story. I'm thinking of writing a book. Just difficult to process the trauma as I write. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-24866014014245474812022-11-20T11:07:30.605-05:002022-11-20T11:07:30.605-05:00I too am that little girl… that is a tough life fo...I too am that little girl… that is a tough life for a kid!!<br />People just don’t have a clue what some of us have endured and can’t come close to even imagining.<br />You are a great inspiration to many.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-2874504348193321802022-06-26T09:17:52.983-04:002022-06-26T09:17:52.983-04:00My heart aches for all you went through and still ...My heart aches for all you went through and still struggle with. Knowing though how many through your story will be saved heal that ache. You are a brave warrior that god put here to help others. 💖Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-85456926467926074582022-06-25T17:16:08.982-04:002022-06-25T17:16:08.982-04:00My heart aches for little you! I'm in awe at ...My heart aches for little you! I'm in awe at the life you live. You are a child of a king, we are family. Thank you for sharing. I pray this life is nothing but cherries but, that's not realistic. But, really I hope your cup overflows with joy and peace beyond understanding. Today and always.Donnanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-15576709892307286212021-11-20T21:37:46.248-05:002021-11-20T21:37:46.248-05:00Thank you for sharing your story. It is difficult...Thank you for sharing your story. It is difficult to understand how people can be so cruel, but I know there are many more than we want to admit!!! I had a somewhat difficult childhood, although nowhere near as harrowing as yours...no sexual abuse, but physical and emotional. I know my parents loved me, and I loved them, but they were very overprotective and strict, and I never really felt that I fit in at school until about the 10th grade. I couldn't use makeup, wear hose, go to parties or ball games, or date until I was 16. Luckily, I married a wonderful man who has given me a delightful life, and my parents loved him so our last years were pretty good, as far as our parent-daughter relationship goes. My growing relationship with Christ enabled me to forgive them for a lot, and to move forward with life.<br /><br />Your story is a marvelous testimony to the powerful way in which God can restore and reshape one's life for the better!!! :) <3Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-70390534235151633382021-11-20T10:27:29.479-05:002021-11-20T10:27:29.479-05:00I felt I was reading my life story as so many simi...I felt I was reading my life story as so many similarities. I’m glad you survived and found sanctuary in a good life with your loving husband and children. I went thru a first marriage young to get away from home life and tried to make it work. We had two beautiful children but I could not subject them to the same childhood I had so I left and divorced him and found my independence. I wasn’t looking for love as I was content in my life I had but God steps in when you aren’t looking and put a man in my life that not only loves me, he loved my children as his own. We have been married for 36 years this coming March, blessed with 6 wonderful grandchildren. I have a few siblings that didn’t get out of that vicious cycle, as the oldest I tried to help them but soon learned you can’t help those that don’t want to be helped. I finally learned I had to let go of the guilt, the anger and bitterness. One thing my children and grandchildren know is that they are loved and wanted! I was determined to break the cycle in my life, it is still an internal struggle within myself to feel worthy…mental abusive words linger and creates self doubt. Then you look around at all the good you were apart of creating and realize the words are just words! I am now 65 and facing retirement with hubby, we both like and love each other! We don’t live off the grid but have acreage and garden with chickens. I find less is more and simple is soothing to my soul. I follow you on Facebook and great fun to have found your blog, it does help people feel like they aren’t alone and there is hope! Ziggys Worldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17304411390545225922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-46483299097839290652021-08-31T08:51:19.295-04:002021-08-31T08:51:19.295-04:00Thank you Paula!Thank you Paula!Log Home Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01281310606067543777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-3137249539389553752021-08-31T08:51:00.822-04:002021-08-31T08:51:00.822-04:00Awww bless you Barbara, I am so sorry you too have...Awww bless you Barbara, I am so sorry you too have struggle with a lifetime of pain. This is not something we can ever completely conquer. I have found a way to express and help but it still hurts every day. There are still days I pray loud and through tear filled eyes. But i know if I can help one person, that is why. Sending a BIG hug ;)Log Home Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01281310606067543777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-5114280950318158292021-08-28T06:00:21.851-04:002021-08-28T06:00:21.851-04:00LHM thank you for your story. My husband was the f...LHM thank you for your story. My husband was the first one to hug me and love me at 16. It's almost 50 years now. But he has also limited my personal growth. It's lonely and he's always squashed any effort I put forth to have friends or to have any fun.My parents neglected me and he smothered me until I am afraid of people. I am only who I was meant to be on the computer. It's been strange becoming agoraphobic. Maybe if I hadn't had disabling accident 30 years ago I would have been better. He's possessive bc he never had anyone either on emotional level,a true loner. But he takes care of me and we've fumbled our way along. I regret the many times I have in to his reasons for not doing things normal people do, like going somewhere besides down the street to see family. If he or my boys even make a comment about something I do that isn't more or less people perfect, it still haunts me. He once criticized my office voice and after that I have been subconscious about speaking at all! Guess that is why I write long posts. Logically it doesn't add up. I put myself through college full-time (with highest honors) while working government job fulltime with two toddlers. I have borderline genius IQ. My childhood problem of "if I was good enough..." is still there. It's just too late and useless to fight for what I want, I think of something I want and the least resistance and I just think it's not worth it, especially as I get older. I don't think many of us get through childhood without scars. Yours sound very difficult but you have a survivor attitude! Glad you have a good husband and God's blessings. I do too but in my way I know I don't let go of control enough. I'm glad to know you even a little. Survive and thrive LHM!Barbaranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-33641155685830950142021-01-31T21:01:07.720-05:002021-01-31T21:01:07.720-05:00Wow! So sorry for all the abuse you had growing up...Wow! So sorry for all the abuse you had growing up. Thank you for telling your story and it’s not an easy one to tell. You are brave and beautiful . Thank you and special blessings to you and your family! Paula Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17612773661340087227noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-82376504316934691912021-01-07T15:50:46.529-05:002021-01-07T15:50:46.529-05:00I appreciate it so much. I am so glad you are here...I appreciate it so much. I am so glad you are here.Log Home Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01281310606067543777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-32967415209935391182021-01-07T15:49:43.395-05:002021-01-07T15:49:43.395-05:00Thank you so much, he has blessed me in so many wa...Thank you so much, he has blessed me in so many ways.Log Home Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01281310606067543777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-69709087667233530642021-01-07T00:45:13.149-05:002021-01-07T00:45:13.149-05:00I went through similar issues. I'm 57 years ol...I went through similar issues. I'm 57 years old and never talk to anyone about what I've lived through and in many ways still do. Like you I have a wonderful husband now (my 2nd) and we are happy despite the fact that life has thrown us some very unfair curve balls. Without God in my life I'm sure that I would not still be here. Thank you for sharing your story and for blessing us with your strength and courage. I enjoy your posts very much. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01971042610221645288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-56437886480578975602021-01-05T15:09:08.122-05:002021-01-05T15:09:08.122-05:00I just started following you, from some comments y...I just started following you, from some comments you made on some pages I follow. Today, I clicked on your link and read your story. We have pretty similar stories. It was hard reading yours and not cry. I remember being that little girl. I remember struggling as a preteen. I remember my self hatred. I was a bit luckier than you, in the sense of I was adopted by strong Christian parents when I was 14. They taught me my worth and how to forgive. Later when I met my husband, he helped me heal the rest of my wounds that were still there, but buried so deep. My mom once asked me, "if you could go back in time and change anything, would you?" My answer to her was quick and without hesitation. No. My reasons are I am who I am because of my past. I'm a better wife, a better mother, a better sister, a better daughter, a better friend. Each person, whether the impact was good or not, shaped me into the strong person I am today. And I firmly believe that I needed to be molded into this person to be strong for my children in this day and age. Thank you for sharing your story. And from one survivor to another...God loves and blesses you. Even when you think he's not there, he's wrapping his arms around you tightly and praying right along with you.Liz Jaquierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02424496366867855151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-63956255610077892532021-01-04T14:39:26.817-05:002021-01-04T14:39:26.817-05:00I am so sorry for what you had to endure. And so v...I am so sorry for what you had to endure. And so very proud of you for overcoming such horrific abuse. May you be blessed, much love xoxoxoxLog Home Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01281310606067543777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-30042889967726565192021-01-04T14:38:27.324-05:002021-01-04T14:38:27.324-05:00Thank you Carrie, I think we could all learn a few...Thank you Carrie, I think we could all learn a few things about judgment. welcome to my page ;)Log Home Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01281310606067543777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-57456708228150354072021-01-04T14:37:42.753-05:002021-01-04T14:37:42.753-05:00Thank you so much, I'm thrilled you had a lovi...Thank you so much, I'm thrilled you had a loving home.Log Home Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01281310606067543777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-8550027042407498922021-01-04T14:37:17.039-05:002021-01-04T14:37:17.039-05:00Thank you so very much! Thank you so very much! Log Home Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01281310606067543777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-65463498794932016402021-01-04T10:53:32.609-05:002021-01-04T10:53:32.609-05:00One thing I realized is when you go through thing...One thing I realized is when you go through things like you have, you can be a witness to others who are going through it. That's what I have done . My life changed at 15 yo when Mom died. Then God told me what was going to happen to me when my dad was standing at the doorway. I had a choice to say yes or no. I was scared of my dad. My sister and brother were away in college. It was just us. I thought he would kill me if I refused. I didn't want to die so I let him. I was told not to tell anyone and didn't until my senior year in college. I tried to understand why. The only thing I could come up with is that just because your mate dies doesn't mean your sexual desires die. What made it worse. My dad was a minister. I pray that he would remarry to leave me alone. I prayed for a hooker. God answered my prayers and 16 months after mom died, he remarried. He never touch me again. The sad part is that latter on in life when I confronted him. He denied that he did anything. I found out that almost ALL denies it. How they can forget, I still don't understand. God did tell me that you have only one earthly mom and dad. I was never real close to dad after that but I kept in communication with him cause the bible says honor your father and mother. I realized that I didn't have to be best buddies with him. Personally, I think he remembered. He died in 2010 and he didn't die alone. I was with him. My step mom went to bed. I took a hymn book and from page 1 to the end of the book, I sang every hynn I knew to him. He died in peace and I can live with that. As you said, we are Survivals. God Bless You and give you peace!!!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09810920158529369588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-8345190003362292912021-01-04T09:40:49.289-05:002021-01-04T09:40:49.289-05:00I just started following you a few days ago- thank...I just started following you a few days ago- thank you for sharing your story! It's easy to look at someone and think they have it all, it's much harder to realize and empathize with the very real struggles that someone had to go through and overcome to get to where they are. Congratulations on what you guys have accomplished- it is no small thing <br />~CarrieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-77652464418055652021-01-04T09:30:34.918-05:002021-01-04T09:30:34.918-05:00I've been following you for a while because I ...I've been following you for a while because I like your posts but I had no idea of your story. I'm so sorry for the hardship and abuse you had to endure. I was raised by two loving (but strict) parents so it is hard to relate. So glad you were able to overcome and become a loving wife and parent/grandparent with your faith stronger than ever.SteveDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17816751249953236777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341964601428635795.post-57009126304840255002021-01-04T09:03:44.468-05:002021-01-04T09:03:44.468-05:00I feel there are more like you than not. It is ver...I feel there are more like you than not. It is very sad a childhood is taken from you. And what a wonderful choice you have made to do better and end the cycle. I wouldnt pay too much attention to the negatives. You know and anyone who reads can see. I just found your page on facebook. I look forward to seeing your postsjimnsandy_1https://www.blogger.com/profile/01840072678388350629noreply@blogger.com