I cried in court when I heard the last moments of my Julie … How could they give him such a pathetic punishment? After unimaginable sadness, Cheryl Simmons reveals how she got revenge on the brutal who killed her daughter

My daughter Julie was robbery.

She had just split from her partner Jimmy, the father of her two children, Tyler, Nine, and Ari, two.

“You can move in with me,” I told her without hesitation.

It was so nice to have my daughter and two grandchildren all under my roof.

Me and Julie had always been around. I was a tomboy, but somehow I had a daughter who was a beautiful girlish girl who loved her and makeup.

She was also very protective with a strong feeling of right and wrong.

When she was 11, the school director had called to say that he had given her detention.

It turned out that she had confronted a bully that had taken a chair away, a smaller girl was about to sit on.

She said to the bully: “You don’t want to fight me” and then poured milk over her head.

“I don’t want to punish Julie, but I have to,” the director laughed. I was proud of her.

Now she lived with me and she hadn’t changed a bit. She was still my best friend.

A few months after her heart, I encouraged Julie to have some nights out with her friends.

One night in a night club she met Michael Rosenmund, who was a door. I immediately took an aversion from him.

To be honest, he looked like a criminal and he refused to make eye contact with me when I spoke to him.

I knew that Julie felt sad and vulnerable after splitting Jimmy, but this man was a mistake – and I told her.

“You respond exaggerated,” Julie sighed. But I insisted that he was not good.

“He wants what I want,” she protested. “He wants a house and family, the white picket fence and such.”

Against my wishes, Julie decided to go to him.

One day when Julie was working, Michael came to my place to collect some of her possessions.

When he could not find any things he was looking for, he lost his patience and began to turn the walls.

“Away from this guy,” I texted Julie.

A few weeks later she called me to say that I was right – she had to get away from him. She sounded scared.

I was just so relieved that she had finally seen through him.

Julie’s best friend Geri’s wedding came, so I was happy that she would have something positive to focus on.

She would be Maid of Honor and started planning the bachelor party.

In the night of the party, a huge limousine showed up to pick up the girls – the idea of ​​Julie.

“I love you,” she said, waving goodbye and got into the car, full of decorations and games. In the meantime I went to work.

The next morning Jimmy, Julie’s ex and the father of her two children, called me. We did not speak too often since their split, so I knew something was wrong immediately.

“Cheryl, you have to go to the hospital,” he said, did his best to sound calm.

“Julie is not right …”

Panic held stuck and my knees nodded. Somehow I knew at that time that Michael had hurt her.

In the hospital I discovered that Julie was a living with a serious head injury.

When I started seeing her, there were threads over her swollen and bruised body. She seemed to have a horrible gravel result on the one hand.

Most of her ribs were broken, both lungs were pierced and there were tears in her liver and spleen.

“We don’t know if she will come through,” a doctor told me while I was crying.

Then the police showed up. They explained that Michael called the ambulance to Julie’s house that morning, and that paramedics had found her naked and unconscious on the front lawn.

Michael had told officers that they had argued, when he fled to get away from her, she followed him and slipped a step.

But his story soon changed.

He said he would actually run to his car and pulled himself back while Julie hit the windows. Somehow, he claimed, she was caught and eventually dragged under the wheels.

“Why won’t he just tell the truth?” I cried.

In the meantime, Julie’s body began to close.

While she fought for her life, she suffered 30 strokes. After a week we had no other option than to purchase her living support. I held her hand when she slipped away from me.

It was the most sad moment of my life. She was only 27.

Julie was cremated and more than 1,800 people came to her memorial service.

This cannot happen. It can’t be real, I just kept thinking. The rest is a complete blur.

Two weeks after Julie’s death, Geri married and there was an empty chair for her best friend at the reception.

A month later, Michael was accused of reckless driving that caused death and manslaughter with a vehicle.

Michael’s call was played to the emergency services during a provisional hearing. I listened completely sad.

There was a garter in the background while he spoke and I just knew it was Julie who called for me.

She must have been so scared and so much pain.

I screamed and guards had to lead the court from the court.

On the day of the trial we were told that Michael had been given a plea because public prosecutors were worried that the more serious charges would not linger.

So he did not argue for a moving violation that caused death.

I broke out when I heard that, thanks to De Tijd, he would only spend six months behind bars, followed by two years of probation.

He was released the day before the third birthday of the death of Julie and, as far as the record is concerned, it was just an accident.

I met Michael more than 20 times on the street since he came out of prison. He walks away like a cockroach.

Since then I have become a campaigner against domestic violence.

I want her daughter Ari, a sweet and beautiful girlish girl like her mother, growing up in a world where women’s lives are worth in prison for more than six months.

And I’m going to make sure where Michael Rosenmund goes or whatever he does, everyone knows what he did.