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Canapril's Profile Part 1& 2
This whole story is TRUE and also copyrighted as of November 27th, year 2008, time 12:39 written by myself Mrs. Dianne Facette. ( My Biography) and not to be used without my permission.
I was born in Toronto Ontario Canada and at age 3 ran in front of a street car but was pulled to safety, by my Father. I am lucky to be alive today.He was a friend to me for Life and he would have given the shirt off his back to anyone that would need it. At age 5, I was molested by my Grandfather and my Grandmother caught him and between both of them I felt no love or acceptance because of his wrong doing, I was shunned and not liked by them until they died years later.
At age 6, my poor Mother had bought me my first new blouse, pretty sky blue and it had short puffy sleeves that only covered half my arms and I went to school and the nuns took me to the bathroom and stapled hand paper towels around the bottom of my short sleeves and the length of my arms, as showing my bare arms was some sort of sin then back in 1950 by nuns.They called me by my last name because it was an English name in a French School and made me stand by the heat register in winter so that the frozen tears could unthaw from my cheeks as I walked 7 blocks to school in 25 below zero and on Monday mornings I would check out some garbage cans to see if someone by the Grace of God had thrown out a pair of mittens so that I didn't have to wear my Father's thin socks on my hands to keep me warm as I walked to school in snow storms. When at school I used to go to the Church at the corner at Recess time and pray for my Mother to get better health wise, only to be given twice as much homework because I had left the school property. I alerted the school sister superior that the custodian had fallen in the bathroom and I heard his cries and moaning and I went to his aid, he told me to get Sister Superior but he passed away of a heart attack by the time they arrived in the bathroom and the ambulance came. I grew up in a bunch of homes brought up by Aunts and Uncles while my Mother worked out of town because my Father was abusive as he was a horrible alcoholic, but good as gold to anyone he met. I was raised in a poor household along with a bunch of siblings, one of which died of pneumonia at 6 months and the other one drowned at 2 1/2 in a creek near our home. Later my 2 brothers and I found ourselves with a new baby sister and then Mom and Dad parted ways again because of his drinking again. Many schools that I went to, I had good grades ,I loved the arts and English Language but went to French school up to and including grade 8. I later went to a Public High School into a Secretarial Course. and I always was a loner with only a handful of friends. One day I lied to my Mother that I was going to the Library and went with friends to a house party where I was violently raped at age 16 and I didn't know about sex yet. I have 2 witnesses of this ordeal and I was called a lot of bad names by my assailant.I have never lied since. I make it a habit to always tell the truth.I left home at age 16 because I was damaged goods and the family was ashamed of me for what had happened to me. When I was being Raped, I swore up and down to that white rapist guy, that: " If God doesn't get you first, me and my brothers would."
Two days later the man was beheaded as his convertible car hit a school bus. Two years later, I weighed 98, was 18, 4 months pregnant and got married to the father to be a farm boy who had never seen city life. I had a real bad time delivering with 18 1/2 hours of nothing but labour pains with no epidural. He got a job working out of town and travelling to many cities and was unfaithful too many times, we always broke up/separated and got back together when he had no money and needed a place to live. I used to be called at all hours of the night by women that he had befriended and some of them would tell me he hadn't paid their rent yet, while I fed my daughter and myself on chicken noodle soup for more than three weeks. He began to drink heavily and when he did he was very violent with me. I got a job and more than once went to work with black eyes, dislocated discs in my back and when I would go to pick up my pay most of it had been picked up by him to go on his drunken binges with his buddies. I had a good paying job and available to talk to anytime that I was at home with my daughter to anyone that would come to my door for help or advice. I was 26 and one of my co-workers (a boss) called me crying saying he needed to talk to someone and of course I was more than willing to let him in but He chased me around the house with his private parts showing and tackled me onto the couch and raped me. This time I could not yell like the first time because my daughter was upstairs sleeping or so I thought her to be. I scratched and kicked but to no avail. He too called me a bunch of bad names, most of which I had heard from my first assailant. This man was huge and my insides were torn up pretty badly. I did not find out for more than 6 months that she had witnessed the whole thing,as she had snuck down the stairs and seen him running after me while he was half naked and drunk.
By that time I had driven more than 800 miles to tell my first husband who could not care less as I interrupted his Loving with a bunch of young women and his co-workers where they had beer cases stacked from the floor to the ceiling, so I returned home and learnt to live with the shame of being raped a second time and being called every bad name in the book, once more. Finally, my first husband was home for a few weeks, I decided to surprise him only to find him nude with my Best Friend on our living room couch having sex. We soon parted ways and we got Divorced. Even though the judge said he needed to pay alimony for me and our Daughter he never even gave us a penny. I had quit my good job because I couldn't stand seeing my second Raper in the office everyday so I went on what our Goverment called at that time: "Mother's Allowance" which paid for the rent and some food and utilities. I could not afford to live where I had been living so I moved in with my Mother to save some money but my Ex-husband took me back to court He used the fact that I had no job and could not afford to raise a young girl alone so instead of making him pay the Alimony they granted him total custody and then I also lost my Mother's Allowance. He had fixed me up real horrible, now my daughter was going to be raised by this drunken man and his live-in girlfriend for 3 years. I had to move cause I no longer had any money coming in and no job. I had left the city and was working away from my home town when my daughter came back to live with me at the age of 13. She had been ridiculed so much by my ex's mistress and was not the sweet young girl that went to live with her Dad. I was working in a Pharmacy when she started High school and one day while going to the bank on a beautiful Saturday afternoon, I was mugged and the mugger nearly broke my neck and it put me in bed for 3 days. She went on to High School and got good grades. I did part time work at a Rectory of a Catholic Church making meals for a bunch of Priests and cleaning as a spare job. I got a Government grant and went to College at the same time as my daughter went. That was a fun time in my life. She met someone which she finally married.
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Myself I had stayed single for 13 years and I went on 3 dates, one of which I met an Army guy who was decent and kind and gentle with me and we too got married for the second time around for both of us. I got pregnant and 2 weeks before the baby was due she died within me. There was a tight knot in the chord and she could not get the nutrition she needed and ate at the placenta, which came out in pieces after I gave birth to her. We were devasted. we had to have a funeral for her and it took us a long time to get over it .My husband's work relocated him to Petawawa Ontario where I had opened a little shop of new and gently used clothing, giving donators 10% or 20% and even 30% of the selling price of the clothes that I had been given/ I washed and ironed every piece to perfection. My dream was to help people that were in need, I would give free to any new mother clothes for her infant and to anyone that needed something I would just give it to them. But every time I had a good month the landlord would jack up the cost of the rent and the electricity bill was outrageous in cost and I also paid the government taxes ( GST and PST)and sent that here to Ottawa and also the City taxes for 3 years after closing it down. I used to spend my days at the store cleaning and sorting and making displays and some days I was very busy with a full pot of coffee on for myself and any customers. I was proud of the stores' outstanding cleanliness and the way it was arranged neatly. People loved coming in but Some days I never even seen a customer and I would cry and I would pray out loud to the Lord, asking him over and over why did he take my little angel away from me? didn't he have enough of them up there. I talked to the Lord out loud, telling him that he knows I needed someone to hold and somebody to Love and that I am a wonderful Mother and I would cry even more always ending up asking for him to send me someone to be my friend, someone that I could care for and that would be there for me and me for them, as I was so very Lonely. But I had only been opened a few months when I got terribly sick not able to keep anything down and If I sat down at my desk for more than 2 minutes I would fall asleep and wake up nauseated. I locked the doors one afternoon and walked through the back yard to the Doctor's office where I pleaded to him to give me something to get rid of this flu that I just couldn't seem to shake off. He took a sample of my urine and my blood and I had to go back the next day as their lab would tell me what the problem was. It turned out that I was 3 months PREGNANT , BIG Shock that was!! and he told me that I was going to have a 'Baby BOY"! Our Good Lord had heard my prayers and HE knew I was telling the Truth. My husband and I were in shock as I had been told in Kingston that I would never be able to have another child after the little girl died before her due date. I worked all the way through my pregancy at the little store and gave birth to a fine and healthy baby boy who I named Charles in August of 1995. Three days later I was back at work feeding and changing my new bundle of joy on my desk and letting him sleep in his carriage in the store and when he got bigger in a Playpen is where he played and slept in the store. During the time that I had the little store, I had a flood because the water pipe broke and it ruined a lot of merchandise and I also had two break-ins, the cash register was broken and a back door smashed and a window broken and that needed to be replaced. I paid for everything to be repaired. I called everyone that I had numbers for to come and get their stuff and there was only a few that never came in to get there merchandise when I had given notice that I was closing the store. Many of the customers told me to keep it, "What was I going to do with it all?"so I brought some to all the churches in the village and town and also to the Salvation Army and the Base Thrift shop. I even had days where they could come and fill a bag with anything in the store for $1.00 or buy 1 get 1 free. My prices were not high at all, anywhere from 25 cents to $1.00 for a mans shirt and $7.00 for a man's suit, women's dresses some up to $5 dollars and childrens' clothing next to nothing to help those that needed help. I put myself in the hole doing this but I enjoyed Giving and how it made others feel that gave . The time to renew the lease came around and I just couldn't keep up with the hicking up of the rent and the exuberant cost of the electricity and I went through all that and a full pregnancy without the security of a telephone in the store cause I couldn't afford one. Years have passed now and I have been raped a 3rd time again, being called all kinds of bad names by this third rapist. I am now a Grandmother of 3 children and I lost my Father in 2000 and last year in November I lost my wonderful Mother.
I live here in Ottawa where they have a Rape Crisis Group, which I haven't attended yet and I still do not have a friend in the world besides my Husband ( who is like a Mute) and my wonderful Son and of course my Faith in The Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. I adore all the Nature that is around us as its the Lord that put it there for us to Enjoy(except Snow, cause I hate the COLD), . I Love all people, regardless of color or creed.
I appreciate everything I have around me,although it is not mine but belongs to my husband and/or my dearly departed parents that I miss so much.
I am not a taker , I am truly a Giver, Honestly and truthfully I am not a bad person. I was just ruined by some bad ones. I often wish I could have friends or at least a few friends that I could talk with or go places with, or that would visit me once in awhile but that hasn't happened. As you can see I am a very lonely person but I keep myself busy with housework and the computer and of course my interest in movies and anything having to do with the behind the scenes and some actors, so my hobby with following Keanu Reeves movies as I do collect them and I do enjoy his acting and the characters he has played and I look forward to seeing many more of them.
If you are ever up this way, email me and come and visit.
Thats it for now
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Dear Canapril
nobody is ruined, finished, or deleted totally from this world, from his /her own life and I would like to show that you are brave and energic to be so honest writing your profile. You are a good people, I feel and have lot of things to discover, to do and to give, so I encourage you to go on ahead and find what life is holding for you, good and bad. You can create a lot of things to be happy 
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Thanks MysteryDreams,
I don't know if I mentioned it anywhere but I am working part-time now as a Cashier in a Large Food Store here at the Southkeys Shopping Mall.
Man oh Man, watching a cashier work it looks sooooo easy but I tell you truthfully.. is it ever hard work!
Nobody realizes that after a period of about 2- 2 1/2 hours (until a 15 minute break, only to do another 2-3 hours ) of constant moving and lifting and pulling and stretching to reach and grab all kinds of different things that weigh anywhere from less than a pound to sometimes more than 30 pounds at a time, a Cashier is really sore at the end of her shift. I know I am really sore by the time I get home. Sometimes my hands hurt so much that I could just cry and when and if I get to sleep at night when I wake up in the morning I can hardly move..only to be able to have a part time job to be able to get minimum wage so that I can have some cash on me once in awhile without having to beg my husband for a few dollars....What a blasted punishement!
Anyways, I work mostly short shifts from 4 or 5 and up to 6 1/2 hours on the weekends mostly at different times.
Just letting you know and thanks for replying to all the stuff I write on here, its truly appreciated.
I thank God for you people
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