Noticed I got some followers from my post so I figured I’d make the update as it’s own post.

Spoke to J’s mom at my house as I no longer felt comfortable/safe in hers. I told her everything the best way I could. She appeared doubtful of me at first until I mentioned the damn wine. Apparently shortly after she flew back into town, she noticed that there was something wrong with her wine. It was a brand new bottle which wasn’t supposed to be opened. She tried it and it tasted watered down.

She asked J’s dad about it who “had no clue about it.” Tried to tell her that she probably bought it that way. She knew this wasn’t true and pried him about it. He tried to blame me. Her exact words were, “(J’s dad name) tried to tell me that you drank it while babysitting J. I know that’s bullshit. One, you’re more responsible than that and two, all of our shit is locked up since J managed to get through the baby-locks.” Which is true. With J getting more mobile and curious, they locked up a lot of things that he may try to get to (ex: cleaning supplies, medications, alcohol, etc.) the only people with the keys are the two of them. She didn’t buy his whole “the babysitter drank the wine while we were out of the house” story and he hates wine so she knows for a fact he didn’t drink it.

I told her my story of what happened. I showed her the email confirmations of my upcoming appointments. With it being over a month since it happened, she’s doubtful that anything will show up on the drug tests I have scheduled. She asked me what I’ve done and what I wanted to do. She asked if I wanted to report it. Part of me didn’t want to but I know the “correct answer” is to report it.

Edit to add because the second half of my post didn’t go through???

She drove me to the police department. On the drive, I asked her why she was doing this. I didn’t think she was going to believe me. I didn’t think confining in her would go anywhere. She said she didn’t want to believe that he would do something like this but she wasn’t surprised. I asked her what the hell she meant by that. She didn’t answer me so I asked if he did something to her. Turns out, J isn’t supposed to exist. He told her “it was a mistake” and that “it’ll never happen again.” She believed him, and I’m paying the price for it, 2 and a half years later.

I gave my statement and declined a rape kit. It’s been a month, the evidence is gone but a report has been filed. That’s all I feel comfortable saying and that’s probably all I will say.