Today’s #SurvivorSunday feature is the lovely, Alexandria Nicole Marie Anderson. A young mother of two, Alexandria shares with us her brave story of survival, lessons learned and victory that will leave you in awe.

Alexandria’s Story:

I always knew something was wrong, something was off, but I was always too embarrassed to admit that my “perfect” life was a fraud.  NOTHING BUT LIES!

Two days before the big explosion, his mother came to the house. I tried to explain to her what was going on, without actually telling her what was going on. I thought if she could see the fear in my eyes she would help me. I was wrong! This grandmother, mother & ordained minister saw the dislocated finger and suggested maybe it was arthritis. Saw the broken door frame and just shook her head. She called her son to mediate and he and screamed at his own mother! My mother Facetimed her and begged her not to leave me in that house. Cried to her and said “If anything happens to my daughter or those babies the blood is on your hands”! Yet there I was, all alone, crying with fear as she drove away and didn’t want to be involved

The next 2 days was hell on earth for me. Walking on egg shells, being called names, making sure the house was spotless and kids were fully taken care of. I did any and everything not to start a fight! I just wanted to make it to Friday (I already had plane tickets to go back to my hometown for everyone to meet my new baby). Little did I know my babies would never make it on that plane with me, nor would I!

The arguing started. He told me I could take our newborn baby girl to my hometown and just live there and forget about him and my son. My first born! I would not leave him behind! Threats started pouring and I feared my life once again. I called the cops to help me. Once they were there they explained there was NOTHING they can do because he had not hit me yet. It was a civil matter and they would not take me and the babies to a shelter at this time or remove him from the home. That makes two times I wanted help and no one was there to help me and my poor babies. Before the cops left they advised me if he hits me, call and they can do something but if I hit him back Child Protective Services will be called. I couldn’t fathom my ears.

I barricaded the babies and myself in the master bedroom . I could hear him talking to his sister who was now at our home and his mother on FaceTime. The barriacde did not stop my enraged husband. He broke the door down and got on top of me. He continued to choke and forcefully hold me down until he ripped my first born from my hands! His sister took off with my son and left me with the newborn! I ran out the front door, frantically banging on the neighbors door but there was no answer! “Why is no one helping me?!” I thought. I saw him come back and get out the car. “Get in the car, Ali, and go find your baby!”, I thought. I raced to the car, my baby girl still attached to me with the carrier. The sister pops up out of nowhere. Screams like she’s the one in danger and alerts her brother. He body slammed me to the ground, my baby still in tact and slammed my head multiple times into the concrete repeating “Bitch, I will kill you”. His sister just stood there doing nothing until she heard the baby crying and choking. “You’re choking the baby, you’re choking the baby!” is all I can remember hearing. The only words I could get out with the large man on top of me was “Please, just take the baby. Do not hurt her.” Just like that my babies were gone. I was smacked around a little more and then left in a bed of rocks in one of my neighbors yards.  Then he took off as well.

This family came together and told the police I threatened to kill myself and my babies, so their father was protecting them! I thought the cops were coming to my house to help me!  Wrong again, I was arrested on felony child abuse charges and held on $20,000 bail. After 20 hours the DA said their story was fabricated and they would drop all charges. In the mean time their father put a restraining order on ME, so I was not able to go 100 feet of my house or the new daycare they magically had! My babies were his “property” now to use against me.  Child Protective Services decided there was no abuse or neglect on my end and removed themselves from the case. I was left homeless, and blocked from all of the accounts. My babies had been taken from me and I was scared for my life because of this whole family!

Fast forward to a few weeks later. I relocated and I found a job that was willing to work around my court dates. I was accepted back into my undergrad university working towards getting into the Masters Program.  I found 2 lawyers that wanted to represent me to win the custody battle and then prosecute all who were involved in the lies.  I also had a domestic violence advocate working closely with my case and providing therapy for me. To my sorority sisters and frat brothers, I want to personally thank you for all of the money, love and support. I could of went into a deep depression… I know it, but you all said “NO, we got you!” And here I am !!!!!

I wanted to share my story to let others know, blood is thicker than water! Who you think might save you or help you, might also turn a blind eye and sit back and watch you get beat! Or worse, die! You need to be around YOUR support system, do not let your abuser isolate you! Do not put your children in a bad situation! Furthermore, care more about your life than you do about what others may think! Yes, it might be embarrassing to admit you are a victim. But you are a VICTIM and there is help and people who care!