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The Monster in Her Bed

 

Kim Stage Bourgeois and I connected because we have something uglyuglyugly in common.

Our sisters’ were murdered by narcissistic, monstrous men.

Here is Kim & Kelley’s Story:

(TRIGGER WARNING)

~~On September, 2015, I answered the phone and heard, “Kim, Kim, Kelley is dead!” That was the beginning of this horror story, the murder of my beautiful sister, Kelley Stage.

My sister, Kelley, was my baby. She was 10 years younger, and I absolutely adored her. She was the best gift my parents ever gave me. (sorry to my younger brother, Lenny, whom I also love.)

My sister met the so-called love of her life in 2003 or 2004. It truly doesn’t matter. It was love at first sight for her. I remember thinking it was like a fairytale.

Little did I know she fell in love with the DEVIL.

Soon after we got to know the monster, I recall how arrogant, self-centered, and in love he was with himself.

And he also loved all of the attention he received during his stint in minor league hockey.

My sister married the monster in 2006.

I stood up for her as she took her vows, the same vows that would eventually kill her.

Life continued and my sister seemed happy. The monster was financially doing well and he never lost when he gambled. Just ask him. Everything always worked out for him. He would go away for weekends and return with lavish gifts for my sister.

Those gifts covered his many infidelities.

My sister had two beautiful children; a girl and a boy.

I remember questioning her about the monster’s flirty ways and his arrogance. Her response was, “That’s just Tom. Look at how good my life is!” Little did she know that the monster was planning her murder as he was too cowardly to do it on his own.

He was actually in my house eating dinner the week before he had my sister murdered.

My sister had gone to bed Monday night after putting her kids to bed.

She was awoken at approximately 11:30 PM by being stuck in the head with a handle of an ax.

The first hit was supposed to render her unconscious. It didn’t.

She jumped up pushing the intruder and ran. She was yelling for her daughter to run, too.

Her daughter tried to wake her mother up, but she lay there dying. She took her little brother from his crib and hid in her room until her daddy miraculously appeared.

The murderer called 911.

He never tried to help my sister.

He called me and said, “Kim! Kim! Kelley is dead.”

What kind of monster hires somebody to kill his wife while his beautiful children are home?

Thomas Scott Clayton was found guilty of murder in both the first and second degree on 2/22/17 and sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. His appeal was affirmed on 8/22/19.

The other monster who brutally murdered my sister was Michael Beard. He stated, “Tom told me not to burn down the house with the children inside.

What a guy.

My husband and I are raising my sister’s beautiful children, which I thank God for daily.

My pain has now become my passion.

There are many forms of Domestic Violence.

My sister’s abuse was financial and mental.

She was beat down and settled for things she NEVER would’ve settle for.

Silence ALLOWS Violence.

I will forever be her VOICE.

Signed,

Kelley’s Big Sister.

Kim Stage Bourgeois
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Clarification from Kim: ( I would like to clarify that Thomas Clayton TOLD Michael Beard to burn down the house knowing that his wife and children were inside. Michael Beard the hired hit man was the one who would not burn the house down with the kids in it. He would kill Kelley but not her children)

Thank you, for sharing, Kim. I Love you. Xx

Do you have a story to tell?

If so, contact My Inner Chick.

Domestic Abuse HOTLINE: 1 800 799 7233

You Are Not Alone.

You Are Loved.

You Are Rising.

Remembering Kelley:  https://www.nbcnews.com/dateline/video/remembering-kelley-905975875699

Kindness for Kelly Blog:  https://www.facebook.com/kelleystage/ 

In Memory of Kay

KimKay-That’s How It Always Was

 

~~~~~~In the beginning, there was you.

You loving me. You interwoven inside my being like my own blood pumping thru my body

You never judging my bad judgment. You hurrying to my house on 65st and Cody when I lost my job, my uterus, my mind. You sending flowers for weird occasions like when I got my wisdom teeth out!

Always, “YOU.”

KimKay. That’s how it was. Remember?

Nobody ever appreciated me like you, believed in me like you.

Loved me like you.

I haven’t seen your face for 3297 days, Kay.

Losing you has been the blackest, darkest, ugliest, saddest time of my life.

But it’s also been a time of reflection & vibrant light; a time of purpose and meaning; a time of knowing the presence of God.

OH, and I REALLY miss telling you my secrets. Who can I spill my guts to now? Who can I be honest with? Who will still accept me?

For example, I went quite insane after your execution. I tried to become an alcoholic, but I hated not remembering. I tried to become suicidal, but the love on life was more powerful than the love of death.

I tried reading your journals, but every page, every sentence burned into my skin like acid.

I wrote words to fill the void. I wrote syllables to ease the sting.

I kept writing and writing until even my organs emptied out…

My liver falling to the yellowed tiled floor.

There will never be enough words to make me whole again.

IloveyouImissyouIloveyou.

Sometimes when I’m lying in bed, my heart thrusts so damn loudly that it startles me.

I know it’s a reminder, just in case I’ve forgotten, that I’m Alive.

And here’s another secret you may not know, Kay– I’m living without you, but you’re still here, your soft pink cheek pressed against my cheek; your voice whispering inside my ears.

You see, that’s the thing about death; you’re never really gone. The love remains inside, outside, and in-between the betweenness.

I find that astonishingly, amazingly beautiful. Don’t you?

~~~~Are you being abused verbally, physically, sexually, emotionally?

Help is available.

You. Are. Loved.

KIMKayForever

National Hotline: 1 800 799 7233
Safe Haven in Duluth: 1 218 623 1000
CASDA in Wisconsin: 1 800 649  2921

In Memory of Kay Kim's Blogs

The Day of My Sister’s Funeral & ee cummings

 

( For Kay and every single woman who has ever been caged )

~~~~~When the devil executed my sister, it was like any other day.

I was mowing the lawn, listening to Ken Follett’s, Pillars of the Earth on my headset. I was at the part where the young boys in the castle were throwing rocks at poor, innocent cats just because they could. I was baking mandarin chicken in the oven for dinner. The sun was warm and luminous upon my face.

I received the call at 5:15 PM. “Did you hear…did you know…He shot…Mike killed Kay…Your sister K-k is dead….”

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In Memory of Kay Kim's Blogs

Two Stories, One Cause

 

Nothing is Quite as Powerful as Sisters Rising Together –KSR.

 

Kay and Kim Meet Again At The Garden Party

 

~~~~I’ d like to introduce you to my brilliant, artist friend, Elizabeth Cassidy— She is an Illustrator, Peace Lover, Founder of Little Love Letters, Peaceful Revolution & The Odd Sister Greeting Cards, whom happens to live in the Big Apple.

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She Wouldn’t Stop Hitting Me

—-Note: This piece was sent to me by Linda Latta about her boyfriend. This is the first time I’ve been notified about a man being beaten & abused by his wife. This took courage & bravery for Freddy to come forward. He will be reading what you have to say, so make sure you comment after you read this post. I, for one, think he’s amazing for telling this story.

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~“Well, it doesn’t appear you have a concussion; just a good sized knot on your head. Take a few ibuprofen if the pain gets worse. And I recommend you take it easy for a couple of days. Give me a call if things aren’t getting better. Say, those stitches I put on your lip last month healed up nicely.” the doctor said.

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