My daughter Nikki, walked into the kitchen …
“Mom if I had something to tell you, would you be a Mom or would you be a friend?” This is where my journey begins. It was the Sunday after Thanksgiving, those are the words that are forever etched in my mind the night my daughter finally disclosed what her stepfather had been doing to her.
I am a mother and my daughter, my baby, my only girl, sandwiched between her two brothers, was sexually violated, she had been used and abused by her stepfather. The “Minister of Music” at his church.
“I just want to be a help, I know I’m not their Father, but I just want to help,” he would say to me, over and over again.
What this book is not. This is not Nikki’s story, it’s mine. This is not an expose detailing the abuse my daughter suffered. I am not attempting to tell her story. This is MY story, with my daughter’s help and support.
I am putting voice to the heartache, pain, anguish, shame, hurt, and absolute disbelief that I her mother went through.