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Dane(63)

By:Leddy Harper


It led me to meet Sharon. It led me to that clinic, the doctors that  made me talk, and the realization of what I was meant to do. It took ten  years, the suicide of an innocent man, two attempted suicides of my  own, and years of self-loathing to finally see the reason behind what  Todd had done to me. What my purpose was in life. And that was to help  others who found themselves in the same place I'd been in for all that  time.

It allowed me to know the kind of pain these girls had suffered through.  Sharon helped me see that sometimes it's hard to open up to people who  have never felt the kind of pain I've felt, and that was what made it  all so clear to me. If others knew how much I suffered, and could see  how I had made it through it all, they could feel hopeful that they  could do the same.

Dane's public relations representative, Janette, contacted me months  after I left rehab. She sat me down and wanted to talk. She cemented my  theory by showing me I could be successful and happy in the end. She was  married with children after suffering through her own personal hell.  She even discovered a daughter through it all. I wanted that. I wanted  love in the end. Not to save me-I was the only one who could do that-but  I wanted love to support me.

And I found just that.

I eventually started talking to my mother again. She wasn't exactly in  my life, but she was someone I kept in contact with from time to time. I  had forgiven her. I no longer wanted to carry that burden. I let it go  and moved on. I couldn't pay the price for her actions any longer and  had left that for her to do.

I never knew what happened to Todd. I didn't want to know. It no longer  mattered to me how he felt about it. For so long, all I had wanted was  for him to be punished for what he'd done to me. For him to feel the  same pain and heartache that had kept me imprisoned for years. But I  eventually learned that it wasn't any of my concern. Wanting him to be  punished was essentially punishing myself, and I couldn't do that. He  was the one who had to live with what he did. I would always smile  knowing what Dane had done to him, but after that incident, I no longer  cared. I could not allow it to consume my life any more than it already  had. I had to put it all behind me.

And that's exactly what I did.

After the condo sold and I attended enough sessions with my therapist to  make me feel okay, Sharon and I moved four hours away. To a new place  ready for new beginnings. We began attending therapy there by following  the recommendation from our psychologist. With the help of our new  therapist, we started Reasons to Talk. It began with a simple hotline.  It was just the two of us in our tiny apartment and two telephone lines.  But soon, it grew into something so much bigger.

After a year, we had an office full of volunteers to answer incoming  phone calls. We handpicked each and every volunteer, making sure they  had enough experience to make a difference in every call we received.  Sharon and I went onto speaking engagements and even met with girls one  on one. It gave me a sense of peace knowing I was there to help as young  women opened up about the horrific things they had experienced. Nothing  felt better than hearing from them later on, listening to them remind  us what we were doing mattered-it was helping people. We were making a  difference in the lives of many.

Everything happens for a reason.         

     



 

Five years after moving away and putting that tiny beach town and  memories behind me, I received a phone call from Janette. She asked me  if I could attend a dinner function for Kauffmann Investments. It was a  charity event and they wanted to donate the proceeds to my organization.  They also wanted me to speak at the event and share my story. It felt  like everything had come full circle.

My nerves ran high knowing I would be around Dane again after all this  time, but I was eager to see him. I had kept up with him throughout the  years and even sent him a card, congratulating him on the birth of his  son, Adam. He was born only a year after I left town, but since then,  there had been no contact between us.

In my flowing black gown, I fidgeted with my hands as I waited for him  to show up. I didn't know what to expect. I didn't want it to be  awkward, but I had no idea how he would feel after five years.

Michael grabbed my hand and smiled at me. "You're playing with your  rings again. It's going to be fine, I promise. You need to stop  worrying-it's not good for you." The love I saw in his eyes made the  chaotic storm inside me instantly settle.

I placed my hand on my extended belly and rubbed it, smiling at my amazing husband.

"You look radiant, by the way," he said with a genuine smile.

"So do you." I squeezed his hand and then kissed him.

The sound of someone clearing their throat startled me, and I turned  away from Michael. In front of me stood Dane and Eden. They were an  incredible-looking couple. He was dressed in a tuxedo while Eden glowed  in a green strapless gown. I couldn't stop the genuine smile that spread  across my face.

"Dane, Eden, you two look amazing." I smiled at them both and snuggled  into Michael's side with my hand on his chest. "This is my husband.  Michael, this is Dane and Eden Kauffmann. They're the ones responsible  for this event." I wanted it to sound as if I hadn't spoken of them  before, which was a total lie. Michael knew exactly who they were, and  was very excited to meet them both.

After I met Michael, I'd told him everything. Every dirty truth about  who I was and where I had been. That included Dane. He had never  disliked the man I'd once shared my life with, and had even told me he  was glad I had been lucky enough to have someone like Dane on my side.  He commonly referred to my ex as his placeholder, keeping me available  and alive long enough for him to find me.

"Very nice to meet you, Michael," Dane said, shaking his hand. "And you  look stunning, Gabi. Pregnancy and marriage seem to suit you well."

I smiled. "Being healthy helps with that, too."

"Of course. Thank you so much for agreeing to do this. We've followed  your organization for a while and have wanted to do something to help  for some time now. What you're doing is amazing, and I couldn't be more  proud of you."

We all talked a little more before sitting down together at the head  table. Michael and Dane conversed as Eden and I chatted about pregnancy  and babies. She showed me pictures of Adam and told me all about him. He  was four and had just started preschool. He sounded so smart, exactly  like his daddy. He was the spitting image of Dane, and I knew he was the  apple of their eye. Not for long, though, since Eden was eight months  pregnant with their second child. She was exactly four weeks ahead of  me.

"Do you know what you're having?" she asked as she touched my stomach.

"No. We want it to be a surprise. Very few things in life are these  days, so we want to keep this one. Makes shopping and names hard, but  it's worth it in the end."

"I understand. I wanted to keep it a surprise with Adam, but Dane wanted  to know. He found out and I told him not to tell me. We had names  picked out for both even though he already knew what it would be. Dane  woke me up one morning talking to my belly, calling him Adam. But I was  okay with it. I couldn't have imagined a better way for the surprise to  have been ruined."

I couldn't help but laugh. I thought it would have been weird to hear a  woman talk about all the things I once wanted with the man she married,  but it wasn't. Maybe it was because I no longer wanted or needed any of  that with anyone other than Michael.

"Do you know what you're having?" I asked and rubbed her stomach as she had done mine.

"A girl. Evelynn Rose."

"That's beautiful. Congratulations again."

Michael interrupted by placing his hand over my belly. He then leaned in to kiss me.

There's a reason for everything.

Regardless of whether you see the meaning at the time, or never grasp  the gravity of why it happened-there was a purpose. You may not like it,  you may not agree with it, and you may not even benefit from it …          

 

But there's always a reason.