Evelyn Boyett• Show poetry

My name is Evelyn Esther Boyett, and I would like to share my testemony with you: When I was an infant, I was taken from my parents, and placed in the system because they were mentally handicapped, and abusive drug addicts, and achoholics. I have two younger sisters, and an older brother, whom I know nothing about. We were all placed in separate foster homes. We were all born with mental disabilities. After a few years of being in the system, I was adopted by a family who lived in California at the time. They were married only 2 years after my adoption, and then divorced. I thought my world was being torn down, I was losing the man I thought had hung the moon. After the divorce, we were living with a man in Oklahoma, who began molesting, and raping me. This went on from age 6 to 16. 10 years is a long time to go through something like that. I went to Jones schools. Which was really tough for me. I was made fun of because of my weight, and because of the way I acted out all the time. I cried alot during this period. I started cutting myself when I was 7. I was always depressed because of what was happening at home. Not only that but, I started my period in the THIRD GRADE! I was 9 years old, wearing white overalls, and bleeding all over the place. My teacher was really good about that. (Thank you Mrs. Sherror) Middle School was a little better, and sometimes worse. After comming back from the summer into 7th grade, I felt like a big kid. I was no longer in elementary with the "little kids". I had alot of 8th graders as friends. My cousin was one of them. He was SO cool. (At least I thought so at the time) He was into all sorts of stuff. Sports, drinking, and drugs. (Wasn't that what big kids do?) No, I never did that in Middle School. I was too scared of my mother. After a while Middle School became hell for me. I was acting out again, and still being molested. I was doing alot of lying to people, even the people I wanted as friends. Mainly because I wanted someone to help me get OUT. But that's still no excuse. It was a cop out. But I still did it. That got me made fun of more. But in my eyes, at least I wasn't at home. It was better there at school getting made fun of than at home getting abused more. I then developed bulimia at 13. I got tired of people making fun of my weight. So I figured if I lost some, I would be okay. I was weighing nearly 300 lbs at 13 years old. After about 4 years, I started having problems with my period. I had been on my period for nearly 4 months. ON IT! I started gaining weight again. I was put on medication for that, 2 types actually... I hated it. Now, Highschool..... hmm.... About that... It was almost just as tough, but I still had some friends. Most of them were older than me. And were into bad things. I soon got out of that crowd and joined the FFA. Ahh.... The FFA... God, do I miss that... It was the first time in my life that I actually felt WELCOME somewhere. I felt like I was an equal. I had fun! I never had to show animals, but I still got to study them, I learned about flowers, and all kinds of cool stuff! That's when I started joining all kinds of other clubs like Jones Against Drugs, FCCLA, FCA, Vocal, and Drama. But none topped FFA, and Vocal! I was in Vocal from 8th grade all the way up to 11th grade. I was in FFA from 9th grade all the way through 12th grade! OH, and did we all have fun! I got to go to conventions, and all kinds of cool events! But other than all the clubs and stuff... I was struggling with God... Someone I never thought could possibly exist, mainly because He is said to be a Almighty, Powerful God who can heal anything, and anyone. Well... If that was the case, why couldn't he heal me... I was going through hell, and it was like he didn't care. But you know what? I was very, very mistaken. I had by this time tried to kill myself 12 times. Pills... Cutting... Anything I could... It never worked... God had a plan for me. I ran away form home at 19 and moved to Georgia, and moved in with a friend from Allpoetry. (Thank you Ben, and Jennifer) I still had a problem with bulimia though. I couldn't keep anything down if I wanted to. I couldn't do anything but wait. I started dating a guy for the first time in years, because I was a lezbian for a long time, actually I had been a lezbian since I was in the 7th grade. He wasn't what I wanted. I wanted someone who would love me unconditionally, and I wouldn't settle for less than what I deserved. After being there about a month I met a man named Anthony. It was Jennifer's ex boyfriend. When I saw him, I imediately fell in love, and so did he with me. We were married 9 days later. We, at the time had the same views on God, and whether or not He exsisted or not. We were gong to Georgia alot to visit my new mother in law, sister in law, brother in law, and my neice and nephew. (who are the most adorable little kids I have ever seen in my life! I LOVE YOU GEORGIA, NIKKI, AND ROBBIE!!!!) Not long ago, I had been talking to one of my friends on the phone, who just so happened to live in Georgia, and she was telling me how good it felt to have God in her life, and to have a love so strong from someone you can't even see, and still know that the love that you feel is more than unconditional. So I told her I wanted to feel that again. She was EXSTATIC! She took me under her wing, and showed me what it was all about. She gave me a bible, and loaned me some really cool books to get started!. (THANK YOU EMILY!!!) Not long after that, my sister (my best friend from Oklahoma) needed to get away from where she was. They were abusing her, and all sorts of cruel things. I talked to Emily about it, and she gave me the name of a really nice woman to call, so she helped me set up a place for her to stay. However, we were supposed to wait a little bit to get her there. But by the time she would get here it would be too soon for her to have the place ready. This nice woman took me to the bus station to pick her up. But the most amazing thing about that trip was, not only picking up my sister, and getting to see her for the first time in 6 months, was the fact that we both got saved, the very same day, without the other knowing about it until she got off the bus! February 1st 2007, was the best day of my entire life. Even though I almost died. I had a little boy. His name is Andrew Orion Jensen. He is the most amazing child I have ever seen. He's smart...So smart... We both almost died when I went into labor. I was extremely pre-eclampsic, going into eclampsia. But we both made it through, because of an emergency Cesarian Section. In March of 2008, my husband asked me for a divorce... He had been doing all sorts of horrible things to me... Beating me...Raping me...Hitting our son... All in all he wasn't as nice a guy as I thought he was when I met him... He knew how to put on an act, as do most evil people... (The Devils exaltence) But I've has a year to get over it, and I have... Before I left Georgia, I went to a mental institution, because I became exceedingly depressed, and suicidal. sadly, while I was getting help in the hospital, my son stayed with his abusive father. (he would leave him in his diapers for more than SIX hours at a time. And not only that, but he was never allowed out of his playpen, he was stuck there to watch God knows what on T.V.) Once I actually left Georgia (we were in Georgia because my husband got himself kicked out of the military) Suprise suprise... We were living with his mother, her boyfriend, and our neice. It was a pretty bad situation. But NE ways, as I was saying, once I left Georgia ( I practically had to kidnap my own son to escape) I came back to Oklahoma. I met up with an old boyfriend (also an ex fiance') whom my mother had had a major problem with while I was a teenager. He and I started dating again, and he started abusing me. Mentally and physically. I would go over to my friend Cassie's place covered in bruises. He even broke my pelvic bone. Luckily my son was staying with my mom (who has changed alot since my childhood) I just recently got out of that relationship, and had to havce myself commited. And yes I do mean a mental hospital. My sister (my best friend from Oklahoma) had a baby boy on April 2, 2009!!! I have a beautiful nephew now! She's been married for almost a year as I write this. So this is my story. I lived a very tough life, from losing my parents, sisters, and brother, my husband, a life of child molestation, to rape, and a hard time in high school, and I still made it! God had a plan for me, and He is still working out His plan. I am here to watch it unfold, and help in any way that I can to make His plans for me possible. I thank God for every day that I am alive, and can sit back and look at the life I have had, and know that I still survived it. Thank you Jesus, for everything you have blessed me with. This is my testimony, and I am so happy I got to share it with you! Evelyn Esther Boyett