After almost 20 years of advocating for the rights of victims, I have decided to pass the torch on to someone else.
by Laurie Olmon
In 1991, I came home to Minnesota battered and broken from my first marriage.
I carried with me my son, my life and a ruined dream.
Now 20 years later, I am married again, to my first love, and our son is grown, engaged and building a home for himself and his love.
I have had an amazing life, with the help of friends and family, with the support of amazing women and men, with the understanding of those around me.
After almost 20 years of advocating for the rights of victims of domestic assault and domestic violence, I have decided to pass the torch on to someone else. I have forgiven/passed on/and rubbed out all done against me. It is also time for me to close these doors and open new ones that don't place angst upon my husband.
Some months ago, I received a call from a police officer. A body was in a morgue and a card in her pocketbook had my name on it in case anything happened to her. It was early in the morning when I went to identify her.
When I saw her face, I stood there silent, I stood there shocked, I stood there disbelieving. The last time I had seen her face was 20 years ago, when we were at the same domestic abuse shelter going through the same terror. We went through the same counseling, the same guidance, the same love and hope. Yet here I stood over her, identifying her, and some months later would receive her ashes in the mail because no one claimed her.
I will still do my part, but I am done telling my story. I am done being the advance party. I am done fighting the awareness of it all. It is time to move on and have someone else tell their story, someone else fight the fight. I am too tired, too trodden, too angry to fight anymore.
So please, stop the awareness of domestic violence and start to STOP DOMESTIC VIOLENCE.