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It’s crazy to see this here. She was my mother. He was on a monitor device, but he got the OK to work, he was supposed to be going to work that morning. So it did not have GPS, apparently gps monitors weren’t a thing just yet. But he was allowed out of the house for the amount of hours he worked. So that morning instead of going to work, he came to my mom’s apartment. Also, he didn’t wait for us to leave. My sister screamed ran out once he broke the door down because she was sleeping on the couch, I woke up to that screen. I’ll never forget it. And when I went to the hallway and looked to the right, I saw my mom‘s body jolting with little red spots appearing on her back and my dad in front of her, taking her life. my daughter was in the room I was looking out out of. After seeing my mom‘s body laying on the floor, I slowly walked over into the silence and saw my dad leaning on the bed on the floor… he told me sorry and started to raise the gun, I snapped back into it and realized I had to get my daughter out and get out. As I was running out of the apartment, I heard three shots… I knew he took his own life. There were so many flaws in the system, my mom did everything they always told her. On more than one occasion, he broke his protective order and we called the cops. She recorded all the calls. I was on the phone every night with my dad for a year straight listening to him tell me what he was gonna do to my mom. I never really thought he’d do it, the cops always told us they couldn’t do anything until he was there. There was a 911 call from my mom, that was devastating. Speaking of the monitor, they called me the next day, asking if I can get the monitor back to them as soon as possible. I couldn’t believe that in itself. I’m glad people are taking domestic violence more seriously because it really did mess up me and my sister’s lives. But 19 years later, we’re doing much better after many fielded attempts of healing were finally finding peace.
I can’t begin to imagine the pain and strength it takes to share something so deeply personal and heartbreaking. Thank you for trusting us with your mother’s story and your own. What you, your sister, and your daughter endured is unimaginable, and your words remind us just how real and devastating the failures in the system can be.
Evairena’s story—and yours—deserve to be remembered with compassion and urgency for change. We’re so sorry for what happened, and deeply grateful that you chose to share your truth so others can understand the human cost of domestic violence. Sending you and your family respect, empathy, and healing.