I suppose the police will understand if I tell them what is going on.

Well, my aunt is the one that came to get me. I don't think that anyone was in the house that I remember. But the man left the front door open. I don't think he had a key to the house, because when he first took me there, he went through the window. So, with me locked in the room, he had the window locked up and blocked so I couldn't open it. My aunt just walked in and got the door to the room open with a knife. I had somethings there, clothes he had given me that I grabbed very quickly and left. My aunt was very happy and aggressive to take me away. Like stick it to the man kind of mind set. We also found some of his things. ID's that had a bunch of different names and birth dates on them, but they all had his picture. I thought that was very interesting. My aunt laughed about it. It was nice. I felt great, that I was like "No, you can't control me or hurt me or my relationship with my husband anymore. I had developed Stockholm Syndrome. So when we were leaving, I only then started to realize that it was all wrong, that I was taken, that he was threatening to me. He was hurting me and he scared me very much. He scared me into doing things. It took me a very long time to actually understand what had happened and the guy was a terrible person. See, when he took me, I put up a fight. He actually r---d me before he took me for that year. For the first few months, he would say that I'm his girlfriend, that he wanted to marry me and have kids. He needed me to get pregnant. He was obviously delusional. I would tell him, "No, I am married, I not your girlfriend, I don't love you or want you, you're way too old for me...." But He would not listen to me at all. After a while I gave up and decided to stop trying to argue with him. But he would say bad things about me, my family, and my husband all the time. He would say that he did a good thing for me taking me away from a terrible, "dirty apartment" and "bad people that did drugs" and things. He believed that what he did was right by God and he would be rewarded for it in time. This man was married himself and had a child. The other girl he had there, although he didn't have her in the room with me all the time and we couldn't find her when I escaped, was only 12. He called this girl his girlfriend as well. He believed what he was doing with her was right by God, because her family was poor. He only gave us food once a day, if at all. I'm sure her family would have fed her breakfast, lunch, and dinner, poor or not. It took me even longer to understand that he was hurting her too. One time, when he called threatening me, I could hear her crying. That's when I decided I needed to file a police report. But after a while being in captivity, I started to believe his lies and the lies he made me tell my husband and my mom. I thought that he was a 'good guy" (this is what he always said) and did help me, and I was cheating on my husband, even though I was not attracted to the man, didn't not enjoy it at all, and didn't have any feelings for him. I dissociated while he was r--ing me and there were still times I resisted, fought back, and cried. But I still thought that I was the one wrong. My aunt is the one that made me realize he kidnapped me and he was not right in his ways. He was a bad person. My husband is the one that asked be about how he hurt me and made me realize it was r---. It's hard for me to understand how I ever got into that mind set to think that I was the bad person. I can understand that I was very scared. The guy could have killed me. He was hurting me, he had the power, because he could have taken my life if I had ever disobeyed him. Not to mention, the terrible emotional abuse. He made me believe that I was a lost soul, someone that was destine to a life of drugs and crime, and would never amount to anything. He would tell me I was a sl--, b----, etc. and I was wrong for wanting to be with my husband. He say my husband's and cousins' ethnicity was "not hispanic, they're just n----rs". He would say my husband's a piece of trash and no good. He would say he was going to kill him or have someone else kill him. He would say he knows people that would do that for him. All this and he thought what he was doing was right in the name of God. I'm mad at myself for developing the Stockholm Syndrome. I don't how I ever got to the point that I believe this man's terribly abusive words and lies.

I was about to be 19 when he took me, and I was 20 when I got away.

In the dream, my father didn't acknowledge that he was wrong or that I had any pain from the abuse. He told me a story of how he felt one night after a party and he wanted to r--- me. He laughed it off and made a mockery of my feelings. It didn't sound like he thought he was wrong in anyway in the dream. And I assume that's how it would be in real life, because his feelings are the only ones that matter in the world.

Yes, I know he would try to confront me and hurt me for leaving and try to not let me go. One time, he came over before our first appt with public housing (this was back in August I believe), and he was yelling and complaining about me and my son. I told him, he doesn't have to worry about us anymore, because we're leaving. He said he'd be more worried if we left, than if we were here. So then my son and I went on vacation to visit my mom and my letter from public housing came to tell me of my appointment. He didn't even tell me, until a month after I supposed to go to the appointment. Then, they gave us a second chance appointment. His girlfriend came over late and went down the wrong way. We were like an hour late and the people were already mad at me. Then I applied again. The office changed my first appointment on me. I asked my father to take me. He said he would, then he called back at 11 pm -12 am to tell me he had to work on his car, so he couldn't take me. Then the second appointment came and he said the night before he was still going to take me, then he didn't even show up. He called an hour after the sheduled appointment and asked me what happened, he "was trying to get ahold of me all morning". Then he said it was my fault he didn't come, because I didn't call him to tell him in the morning that I still needed him to come. So, obviously, he's already passive aggressively trying to get me to not leave. Even though, he told me about five times that month before the appointment that I needed to leave. He was almost violent at these times, but I hid with my son locked inside my room and even got out of the house at times.

Well, my mom is leaving on the 19th, so it'll most likely be within the week after that, that we will be moving.