Charles Anthony Morris

He's been gone for a while now. He was, indeed, the problem. Recovering from that failed marriage and relationship has been slow. I still hate him. Most of all, I've been able to tell people about what he did to my daughter, what I was unable to talk about for so long. When he learned that the truth was finally slipping out, he ran. It turns out he's a big coward. He can be sexually misappropriate with underage girls, but in everything he does, he runs when he suspects he's found out. I caught him when my daughter was only 4years-old with with his hands inside her genitals hurting her. She was wimpering and crying. I should have called the police right then. I didn't. That image is burned into my mind for eternity. I focused on protecting her after that, but I didn't know how to handle it beyond that. I just knew that I needed to never leave them alone, and protect her. Over time, I became so angry. Rage. It's still there. In the beginning, guilt overshadowed that. But, after a while...I just grew to hate him with a vengeance I cannot really describe. What was especially shocking for me to learn in the end was that his older brother Michael had been in trouble, but successfully hidden, sexual abuse of his daughter. He told me, personally, when I wastrying to talk to him about Charlie, after he'd fled the state. He didn't think it was a big deal! But he was careful to tell me to keep it all quiet, including about Charlie. I still crave justice...but God knows where he is, or how that will ever find him. It's in God's domain now. All I can do is pay attention. I've been able to go back to school, and graduate from my previous studies in gemology. I'd like to go to University. After a time, I started dating again. I got date-raped, and hit. One good thing is that with family nearby, my judgement may suck, but my mother's doesn't. Until I can trust my own judgement again, she's my stop-gap measure, and I know my daughter is better off for it. My family knows everything.