Legalized Kidnapping: A True Story

By Shanity Rain

This book is a true story about how powerful the Government is when they enter your Life , through many different names , CPS " Child Protective Services " every State has a different name . I was told by a Social Worker, as he took my baby girl "Trina " at 6 months old from my breast "Your in the Big Leagues now ! " There is a 90% failure rate ."
I had 15 minutes in shock to pack a Diaper bag for Trina , we had just filled her nursery with a case of Huggies and new toys from Costco , A well known Market in the USA.
This problem is universal, Babies are a Commodity . They are worth money . I quote my Lawyer " your baby is desirable, she is white , healthy , and a beautiful girl, She is very Adoptable "

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Nov 4, 2013
• ISBN: 9781491827758

Shanity Rain

I have lived in many States, born in Peoria, Illinois. I now reside in Portland , Oregon. I have been blessed with 3 beautiful children , and 3 grandchildren ! My Family is a blessing. I am married to my soul mate , we have battled many things together , we are now married 17 years . I continue to write poetry , you can find on poetrysoup.com. The message I want to get out here is important for all to know ~

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Chapter 1

Let us go back in time, not too long ago ~

Let me rewind a bit in time, since all this took place in 1998. We will go back to 1983, I was living in a little California town at the time. Moving several times and this time Dad was living with his new wife. She had chosen not to have children, so she could pursue an Acting Career.

My Father being almost three times her age, had five children with my mother.

I being the youngest girl and told Your Dad wanted a boy well, ignore the stories that are told about sex gender confusion, because I loved boys from first grade, meaning no offense to sex gender or preference, that is not what this is about.

I excelled in school when I was there, however… Being in a severely dysfunctional Family with alcohol parties on weekends with "the new Family’s friends ‘in California. My step Mom entertaining to get in good graces with my Father.

My elder sisters, I had 3 of them, started the anger way before my children came into the picture. I was a confused, rebel of a girl, no more than anyone else I knew.

I remember once it being my 16th Birthday, and my boyfriend buying me a swimsuit. I was so happy to get something new!

For the most part in this Family of Dad, Step Mom, 3 older sisters, and younger Brother, I was ignored. One of my Brothers, the older one chose to stay back in our hometown in Ohio.

Going Back to the Swim suit that was bought from my boyfriend, I tried it on and within seconds it was ripped off my top with a claw mark from face to side, blood everywhere , leaving me naked and embarrassed . She had two other men in the room and one she was to marry. My older sister, the one who appears in this story as being one of Concern… Ripped my new swim suit to shreds. She was very envious of my appearance. I had no idea how badly this followed me, like a dark cloud in my life. I describe as a Volcano ready to erupt at any given moment.

I was kicked out of my home at 17 years old, a choice the family made, the step Mom and 3 sisters! Sounds a bit like Cinderella? I was told that is exactly what these reminded my first husband of. The reason I am sharing this?

It is all relevant in the motive for concern

There is 1 of 2 reasons why people are concerned about you in life. One is they truly are. The other is, they are not and trying to come from a dark spiteful place.

I eventually became very independent; I was making great money selling cars and defied the odds against me. I had married and had my 1st baby boy, at 23 years old. Then 3 years later the 2nd child, my Daughter. I relocated to a base, my husband joined the Marines. We were sent to Camp Pendleton, California.

This is where it all begins. I was married to a savvy man that chose the US Marines. He was very charming, yet behind closed doors became abusive. I believe it was when he said If you were not the Mother of My Children, I would kill you and no one would find your remains, I decided to leave him.

I had been recently traumatized at the Military Hospital. An Emergency surgery was done at the Hospital and my then husband was sent to Panama. In recovery of this Emergency surgery, a Medic, e-4, would come into the room at night, consecutively and inject morphine in my medication bag, then he would rape me.

When I told my husband, the US Marines flew him home from the War.

He said I could not come forward with allegations towards the US Marines because he was in line for a stripe, a promotion. One more reason, I would be killed by special forces, well… I believed him, and was silenced by fear. After 6 months of recovery, we were at a carnival on the base, and there he was… The nurse who raped me!

He was with his wife and new baby!

I pointed him out to my husband whom was with me and 2 small children.

He had once told me, I will find this man and do something about it. That never happened. I soon divorced my charming, American Soldier. It was then, I moved into the local area of Oceanside. At this point tried to raise my two small children, Augusta—4 yrs old, and Shane—7yrs old.

The truth about that was my soldier husband was very angry that he could not stay and fight; he was driven to kill others and receive a medal for it. So after being in a very abusive relationship and just suffering a trauma at the hospital, trusting the ones you should most, the Medical staff, and being raped by the night nurse. I learned how to suppress pain to the back of my brain to survive, no time for tears now.

I submerged myself into work, and being the best mother I could, with my given circumstances. I loved my babies from the 1st day I was blessed with them, I was extremely saddened by the fact I could not spend time with them, and worked in the Car Business 12 hours a day to support us. Later, after meeting a charming man from Germany, very striking.

His name was Hans. We were in love, it lasted a few years until the family decided for him, and they wanted a woman of the same religion, being Jewish. I was very lucky to meet a beautiful woman Grandmother who survived the worst of what mankind can do, she survived the Holocaust. We did part and go different ways. I have written a poem for that beautiful little girl in an elder woman’s eyes.

In the end of this book you will find Poetry Inspired by Pain, truth and happiness. The poem The Number The Brand is a write about this amazing woman who was a child in Auswizt. Like one of my favorite Author’s Elise Wiesel, He started writing his pain after 20 years of silence. The 1st Book Night I Love this man and so much Identify with his pain. Now, after that being said, let us go back to my 2nd brief Marriage to my Love Hans

Yet if not for Hans, giving me direction on how to get money from The Government that is deserved Child Support I would have not known, and collected the 250.00 check my Ex husband thought I was entitled to for Child Support.

There is some relevance here about this, I should not exclude from this story, my German Boyfriend / Husband…

Hans. He was very handsome and very charming. Fit all that profile I seem to attract. We did live together for a few years and I do believe there was true love there, what got in our way was simply, potential In Laws. Only some of them, yet that are all it takes. We were briefly married for 8 months!

Another case of we would prefer you marry someone else? Or just someone else, not as attractive. In the end, Mom makes many decisions for this man.

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During our Wedding Ceremony, my sisters had asked to be bride’s maids, I sent them the designer dresses I bought from Macy’s off the rack to them. Remembering shipping them to their home and the 1st reaction from the oldest sister was You must be kidding these are awful dresses, we do not like the color, can’t we take these back to Macy’s and pick our own? Something much more Flattering?

"We both, sisters agree we want something different! After arguing the point with the older sisters, they agreed to have them altered to their liking.

Always wanting my older sisters Love. Always wanting just to be a family.

The end result of that day, I did look good in my wedding dress! My Father, a very proud one then, walking me down the aisle added more fuel to that Volcano. My three sisters were slowly boiling inside; again… all they too wanted was my father’s love. I see that now. Even through all this pain, I carry nothing but a sad, brave story, in the end a winning story. That is what I hope you understand. I want to impact someone as sad and lonely as I was. I want them to win, not fail.

It was an endless dark cloud that followed everywhere I went.

All I know is a volcano was created when I was born, and every time a situation brought attention to me, it stored more and more lava. Ya see… My Step Mom and Dad were thrilled with this wedding, it was a European family, exotic, and a party was going to happen in Oceanside, they were going to be there and bring along their friends.

My stepmother even acted very welcoming, as if we never had a issue at all. She liked the dynamics of this family, and wanted it badly, for many different reasons, one being Vodka

The traditional way with a shot glass, and a bite of a pickle. This wedding created much animosity with my 3 sisters. This is very relevant in my story, because it fueled a sick, dark, motive to hurt, hurt deeply.

In fact, punish would be the only word I can think of, for simply being born. I had natural blonde hair, the boob job after breast