Letting Truth Speak for Itself

13th June 2025

I’ve been wrestling with the idea of posting the CIW report publicly once it’s released. It’s not about revenge or creating drama — I’m not that kind of person. It’s about truth. About finally being able to say, “We weren’t lying.” After everything we’ve been through, being disbelieved by so many, even losing wedding guests over this — it cuts so deep.

Others have been louder than us. They’ve told a version of events that’s so far from the truth, but people still chose to believe it. That stings more than I can say. But even though I crave some kind of vindication, I also know deep down that sharing something like that on Social Media — something so personal, so loaded — may not be the right thing to do. But then, on the other hand, it is a public document, and people do deserve to know whats been going on without us sharing too much detail.

We’re private people. We’ve never shouted, never retaliated, never stirred things up just to be heard. And yet, we’ve carried the weight of this silence, of being wrongfully judged, while others freely voiced only fragments of the story. The people who truly matter — the ones who know our hearts — they stood by us. They saw the truth without needing proof.

I’m tired. This has been the most painful journey of my life. I’ve started something now — this process, this fight for accountability — because it’s right. But I don’t know when it ends. I don’t know what it will cost me. And worst of all, I don’t know what the long-term impact will be on our daughter.

What if she never forgets, or if she does but then one day she finds out everything? What if it haunts her? What if knowing she was failed, knowing what happened, knowing we believed her and fought so hard — what if even that breaks her?

I worry that her life has been damaged before it’s even had a chance to fully begin. I’ve done everything I can to protect her, to shield her, to speak up — but some things I can’t undo. And that terrifies me.

But the truth… the truth will come out. I believe that. I have to. I just hope it happens in a way that doesn’t hurt her more. That she sees we fought not for attention, or pity, or revenge — but for her. For the truth. For what’s right.

And if others still choose not to believe it, that really does say more about them than it ever will about us.