Making the years count …Happy Birthday January babies!

Celebrating my birthday is definitely exciting and really nice – with so much kindness and greetings from friends and family.

I find that I enjoy it the most because I am proud of what I do, how I help others, my friends and family, and all of our accomplishments. It’s when I like to take a moment to look at yet another year gone by and see what I’ve done. I have super cool friends and always make a thing of it. My husband is a darling and makes sure the day is a full-on “T-DAY!” And, I will definitely get some handmade edible delights from my brother; he’s a chef.

Most of my birthday wishes do come true.

There is just one thing I would really like to have on my birthday – justice for my mom’s day-to-day pain and injuries she sustained that will weigh her down for the rest of her life. I want peace from the violence, hatred, and scorn of my father, Mike Rinder.

It’s now 2021 and I can’t help but notice his degradation.

Year after year, my own father makes a living of telling lies about myself, my brother, and my mom and attacking me and all I believe in.

The degradation became abundantly clear when he became a domestic violence perpetrator.

The domestic violence was aimed at my mom.

He attacked my mother with ferocity and he did it right in front of me. The mother of two of his children. It was a violent situation where my mother did not stand a chance in coming out of it unharmed, him being so much bigger than her 5’4”, 102lb body.

His attack left pain and injury in its wake. My mother suffered severe nerve damage, a broken shoulder, and gruesome flesh wounds.

The evidence of degradation continued from then until now – my father, Mike Rinder, has not once admitted to his attack on my mom. He has victim-shamed her non-stop. He has used his twisted lies about the story for his own benefit. It is something he uses to get money to support himself.

He has also changed his story. He won’t admit the injuries he inflicted on my mother, will not do anything to correct his wrongs but he will try to cover it up and give excuses – but different ones over time, and the pattern of his twists and changing of the story becomes clear.

Thus I spend another birthday doing something that is important to me – standing up against domestic violence. Standing up and raising my voice against the man – Mike Rinder, who injured my mom for life.

I can’t wait to see what the next year of my life has in store for me – and how much impact I can have on the fight against domestic violence. I can and will continue to use my strong voice, to tell the truth about Mike Rinder and ensure one less woman abuser is supported.

I want to thank the many, many supporters I have who continue to boost my determination to keep speaking out about domestic violence and my father, Mike Rinder.

It is most memorable that I get to celebrate my birthday with YOU! My readers, followers, supporters, and online friends. Thank you for giving me the best birthday gift I could ask for – your love and support.

I am excited to share the next chapter of Justice4mom with you.

With love, Taryn