I' been married 15 years and had very small daughters when i discovered my then husband was a peodophile. One of his previous victims contacted me and told me. She was a woman I knew. She told me of another victim who I knew better, let's call her V.
I went to see her the next day and as soon as I said the first woman had called me and I had to know if it was true, I knew by her face it was.
We went back to her home and she told me everything. He had raped her and her sisters regularly since they were toddlers. All the family knew. Nothing had ever been done.
I left him. For a few weeks me and my 4 children slept on a friend's floor. I managed to get him out of the house and we returned.
The only support I ever received was from the second woman I spoke to and the police. My community turned against me. I was threatened with a gun. I was libelled in the very local magazine. People ignored me, gossiped about me, threatened me.
V supported me through all this, tried to help. The police put an alarm in my house which directly contacted police HQ.
My own family turned against me. Why? I was the most ordinary of people but I was demonised and threatened because I didn't allow a man with a long, long, admitted history of raping tiny girls, live with our children. It was terrifying and I felt isolated and afraid.
He was never prosecuted. He still sees his enabling family and their little children.
People just didn't want to hear or know. It was easier to see me as an unforgiving, disloyal wife than to face up to his hideous crimes.
But my children and their children are safe from him. I kept them safe when barely any other fucker would.
I can hardly believe my experience is true, but I lived it. (NC for this)