Broken Hearts and Band-aids.

Severed flesh, dripping bandages with blood, the mender of your wounds standing over you to sew you up as you lie on the stretcher at your local hospital. That's what most people think of when you think of someone who has been wounded beyond repair. This is not always the case. Your soul can be wounded beyond any repair. A wound that no ER doctor can repair.

Are you blood shy? If so I suggest you not finish reading this article. If you don't enjoy a good blood guts and gore horror movie than you need not read on. On the other hand if you enjoy a good slasher story then by all means read on.

Someone can take a once happy family and tear it to bits due to jealousy. People are never who they seem to be. Even if you think you know them, there can be a wolf in sheep's clothing. A killer, dressed like a normal human. A family perfectly happy with the life they are living. There will always be someone spying and watching, in waits of a weak moment they can prey upon.

I too was once one of those people who had a family, perfectly happy. A mother, father and happy children. All living together in perfect harmony. A perfect family portrait. The epitome of happiness. We were always together, family dinner dates, car rides on Sunday afternoons, and sometimes even church on Sunday.

My kids had their routine, get off the school bus, homework, dinner with the family, showers followed by the nightly family movie then we hit the sheets. Then get up in the morning and do it all over again. Boring huh? That was my dream. To be the perfect mom and the perfect wife. Mundane days followed by mundane nights.

Hold your ears kids, yes my husband and I even had the perfect sex life. What more could one woman ask for. I was a stay at home mom, my husband came home every night and spent time with his family like a good man should. I fell ill in 2017 with a cancer diagnosis and could no longer work a normal job. So what did I decide to do? My childhood dream, I wanted to stay at home, take care of my children and write. Seemed like the perfect way for me to earn a little extra cash while still getting to see my children and my husband, who supported my dream.

We were in the process of buying a house, big enough for all of us and we were going to live happily ever after. Boy were my dreams ever so large and right within my grasp. Then the tornado of life hit our family. Lies, affairs, and jealousy. Not by the woman you would think it was about either.

Even though it ripped my heart out, the affair was not what tore our family apart. Sure it wasn't what I wanted to happen, and it put the knife into my heart. What drug the knife through my heart and severed the artery of my dreams was jealousy, contempt and letting other people into my circle. It is just fine to have friends but sometimes you have to hold your friends close and your enemies closer.

Conversations led to silence and family date nights slowly turned into no phone calls, no texts and eventually no contact at all. Everyone tried to be adult about what really happened to our family. Hush hush and all secrets. Me I'm not one for secrets. I will tell you like it is and if you don't like it, sorry pal you just don't like it.

They say the only ones in your circle should be your husband and you. Not your husband, you, lies, adultery and nosy neighbors. People that invade your life and take what little you have for their very own. Thinking they need it more than your family and you do. Being robbed blind of your money, your marriage and your family.

Struggling families getting blindsided by identity theft, thieves and home wrecking whores that rob you of your happiness. Every time we tried to mend our family from the financial strain they put on us, their friend set her sights on my husband to tear us apart. She introduced the whore to my husband while lying and accusing me of being the one who was having the affair. Totally incorrect. I was nothing but faithful to my husband. The techniques used were sneaky and underhanded.

The ideas they used were a scene taken straight out of a horror movie. They divided us apart, using lies and putting petty things into my husbands head. Then as soon as we were weakened not being a happy family they set their sights on our bank account. With no financial safety net, no money stored away, our tax money stolen, down to our vehicles tampered with. They spared or gave no mercy as to what they wouldn't do to line their pockets with our family's hard earned money.

Just like a Halloween movie, they use the friend technique to prey upon our goodhearted-ness and willingness to help others. When one of us tried to help the other, thats when they used that against us. Going as far as to break in our house, stealing family photos and threatening to harm our children. Not even the police would help.

When one of us would go back and try to keep the other from getting killed by the slasher of dreams and families, something else would go wrong for our family. They picked it apart until we were no longer a unit. Ripping apart our strength. Any one who helped us seemed to have something happen to them, their vehicle or would have something come up missing.

We even had silly things placed in our homes to make people argue, so it looked like the other was having an affair until it actually happened to me. My neighbor went as far as to photoshop pictures of another male and I together so my husband went into panic stricken husband mode and was so upset that he decided to revenge cheat on me.....

Although in actuality there was never an affair between me and mystery man let's call him. I was a completely faithful and loving wife until they got into his psyche and he thought me to be a whore. This ripped our marriage apart at the seams, even after several attempts at sewing the ripped apart hems of our marriage it still continues to decline. Even though I have proof and have met the person my husband chose to piss me off with. She has been seen rubbing elbows with said neighbor. They have both been seen in my house conversing. Talk about trust issues. Neither one of us trusts the other one. Now our only contact is text messages. Never knowing what part of our lives have been tampered with.

For fear of sounding like a paranoid freak, after we filed identity theft strange things started happening to our telephones, and tax information. We have had to change our email addresses and phone numbers several times. Even though there is no proof of who is doing it because you cannot get help from the police when you have no way to go anywhere and your phone magically seems to lose service where you just had 4 bars of service, calls get dropped automatically and it never happens unless it is an important call.

Whether it be hackers or just a jealous neighbor and her friend with too much time on their hands and knows way too much about the technical industry. One with their eye on our money and the other with her eye on my husband. Either way they know entirely too much about our lives for it to be someone in another country doing this.

Call me a crazy wife if you want to but it all seems to add up when you have witnessed it with your own two eyes. As far as the lies and jealousy part, that is another story entirely. That my friend falls in my husbands lap. Where I should be, unfortunately that is where she probably is right now.

Hopefully this nightmare on our street will end better than most slasher movies and we all make it out alive. Revenge will not come soon enough...That is if I were being the good housewife that I used to be until all this came about. Some wounds just cannot be bandaged when it is your family, your marriage, and your bank account that has been ripped apart.

This would leave any soul left for dead, when you have to completely start over after this life changing event. The motive is still being determined. My husband and I were by no means wealthy. ' the only reason behind this cannot be money. What's the only thing left..... our beautiful children.

We came home several days to our family's pictures being torn up, and scattered throughout the house. Several of them missing out of family albums. Who does that? Who bothers someones family photos? What good would that do someone unless they have ill intentions. This ties in with the police not helping. We had several threats made against the safety of our children's wellbeing. After calling the police and them doing nothing, leaves me wondering what help can I possibly get. Where does a distraught mother go from here. I have nothing left of the beautiful family I once had.

Destroyed by lots of things. Where does this leave my children? What do we do after being left at rock bottom? Exhausted every option we have, financially strained, emotionally scarred and physically exhausted.

No bandaid will ever heal this trauma our family has incurred.