My name is Megan Coleman, and I’m 23 years old. I have just reached a point in my life where I am truly, truly happy! It took a lot of learning and
personal growth, but I’m glad to say I’ve made it!!
Where I would like to start this story would have to be in my adolescence.
I lived in a tiny town in west Texas with my mother, my sisters (one older, and one younger)…and we’ll call the other person “Him.”
Since the 7th grade, Him started peeping on me in the shower, and leaving adult toys for me to find. Him would sneak into my bedroom and inappropriately touch himself. But, Him never actually became physical with me until I hit high school.
I let all his inappropriate behaviors continue, because my mother always complained about finances. But the main reason I never spoke up was for my younger sister. I had been threatened that if I told, he would hurt her the same way he hurt me…and worse. So I tried to keep a brave, happy face on at school and with family, to keep them all safe.
However, one particular night was the turning point for me…Him was drunk and upset. He couldn’t “perform” and blamed me. He instead decided to use what had actually “caused the problem” to “solve it.” I don’t want to get too detailed, but he used a foreign object on me against my will…and out of all the experiences with him, it was the most degrading one.
I wrote a letter to a very important person from school, explained what happened, and asked for help. I left it anonymous, but they understood it was me. Police were notified, and I went with family for the summer.
After some time, I moved back in with my mom my senior year, due to discrepancies with school credits. A few weeks after getting home, Him moved back in too. No charges were filed and he was free to go. (To this day, 7 years later, I don’t know why nothing has really happened. I have called and spoken with detectives. All of them say the statements are there, and they
believe enough to prove the case to the DA, but it just hasn’t moved forward yet.) I tried explaining it all to my mother, but it didn’t work. At 18 I moved out to live with some friends, until I could graduate high school.
I did graduate. And with honors. And in the top 20%!
Afterwards, I didn’t know what to do with myself, and I jumped headfirst into a relationship that wasn’t healthy for me. I was isolated from family, and controlled down to what clothes I could and could not wear. I blindly married that man, hoping that would fix everything, and it did just the opposite.
Finally, I knew I couldn’t stay, and I called my father. I left.
I went to California. I felt completely broken. I wasn’t even sure of who I was anymore. I asked my dad how he could be so happy, ( having just gone through a divorce himself) and he said because he knew it was all for learning, and that it was going to be okay in the end. He asked me to join him on Sundays, and go to church with him.
That’s where I first began learning about The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.
Through the church, and my father, I found I could be happy with me – with myself! It was hard working through my past, but now that I have I feel amazing, and this has allowed me to know what happiness is. My father was there for me through it all, and even baptized me!!
Now I can say I’ve met someone who loves me entirely for me, and respects me. We’re married now, and I couldn’t be more excited!
I may not have amazing accomplishments, or have reached all of my goals yet. I am, however, Me. That may not seem like much, but for a girl who was always what everyone else told her to be, it’s the most relieving, exciting, and sometimes scary, thing.