Last Friday night someone called here at my parent's home.  Nobody has the private line phone number, but somehow this person had it.  It was late, the young person called and said his name was "Jon" which is the abuser's name, (my husband's name).  He asked for my daughter specifically.  When she got on the phone he said his name and asked her if she remembered what they did in the bathroom.  she said, "no" because first she knew it wasn't her step father Jon and second because her abuse didn't take place in the bathroom.  But whoever this person was, was trying to get my daughter to talk to him and talk about stuff and kept saying over and over again, "it's me, Jon".  she hung up the phone and he didn't call back. It was a blocked number.  So I guess now we've ventured in to the stage where people who are supporting my soon to be x husband are now calling my daughter to harrass her.  How nice people are.  We're not going through enough already, but now we have entered in to this new faze of this hell.  All the while the DA has stupid questions for me that yesterday I finally answered.  She is the one who has all of that on tape and yet she had a detective call me to ask me questions about it.  I yelled at him that she is the one who has all of it on tape and she should listen to her taped evidence instead of calling me.  He called me back to say, "you're right, she does have it all on tape, I don't know why she is asking these questions, she must not realize she has it all on tape".  So how much longer before I finally give up?  That is the question of the day.  sometimes I want to take my kids and run and hide from all of it.  How much more can we take?