So I really don't know where to begin other than saying poppycock and shanannigans and I see just from this page alone you all might think that I'm talking about you but I'm not. Alas you'll have to read through the lines to get the true meanings of what I'm saying here because it's gretchy speak and you'll never quit be the same again and you may even be scratching your head. I'll start off mundane and tell you I'm doing laundry and it's storming here and I had to run to my old house to close the windows and while I was there I chased the ducks in with a stick so I could close the coop door. The chickens heard the thunder and saw the lightening and put themselves to bed already and it's still very early.
So one of the not so mundane things is mr. detective got 3200 of my money back from the 5200 that i paid that scammer with my asphalt, otherwise known as the con artist who did my drive way. It was either that or try to go after him civally and heck, who knows what I'd end up paying a laywer. I can still go after him but I don't know if I have it in me to fight. There's bigger fish to fry.
Speaking of all thinks stinky and rotten...you know the vindictive one? The one who's forcing me from my childhood home so he can have half even though he didn't put half into it? Yeah, that guy...so guess who called the d and the cfs on me yesterday? You got it. The allegation was environmental negligence blah blah blah. So basically I've got to get moving on the unpacking and clean up. Well the lady wouldn't tell me who reported me but after she said something about a report of dental issues...there was no doubt in my mind at that point. I was very cooperative and I called my lawyer straight away and I called my highschool photography teacher, his wife, and his mom who worked many many years at casa the child advocacy group and they came in a matter of minutes to my rescue. My lawyer talked to the lady on the phone and said, it was ok for me to sign medical and dental releases but we didn't want it to go on forever so to make it read 6 months and not to sign anything else. So that we did. Basically the lady said, I know your still moving in, understand what your saying about your medical issues and that you inherited 30 years of belongings after your father died but...you have some clutter, I'll be back in a week, clean it up...this most likely won't be made into a case. She did have to take photos...that was embarrassing. crikey. But I don't know if mr. vindictive understands that they were going to ask me questions about have i ever been threatened and scared for my and my childrens safety...or that they'd ask about if I have ever been jailed...no, but he has for battery to an officer and dui...oooh, was I not supposed to tell her those things? Sooo sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that my girls came home and talked about your girlfriend's tatoo and her shaved up sissy thing and they can tell me in detail that it's a butterfly with green and blue...my kids haven't even seen thier aunt's naked so why are they very familiar with your girlfriends hoo hoo? I don't care if everything seems innocent...have som friggon tact and give my girls a seperate bath and keep your parts to yourself...I'm a victim of abuse and I do not take kind to hearing these reports from my little girls after they've spent all this time with you and your butterfly patch girl. And what's more funny is when the girls were questioned alone they talked about how miss bossy pants made them eat a burger king breakfast that they told them tasted bad but they made them eat it ALL and later they vomitted for the rest of the day. Ok, thanks for not taste testing it after my girls said it tasted bad to make sure it wasn't spoiled to prevent them from becoming sick. That's right...thanks for causing us both more heartache and sorrow and dragging us both through the ringer. This is all we need on top of all that we've already been through..or should I say...that I've been through since you're going to be the one who reaps monetary reward from the sale of my childhood home. Think you're a big guy don't ya? Still think you can control me and break me down to nothing, don't ya? You think I don't see this as something that is predictable from you? You made the same crazy allegations against your sons mom...remember, the one you told me that you wanted to kill and her dad and make it look like an accident so you could get custody of your son? oh wait, I bet i wasn't supposed to mention that little tid bit either. And what? I was supposed to trust you after you make such a scene and lunge at me and put your fist in my face when I told you that you need help and I couldn't take this anymore? I couldn't take your crazy depressing thoughts anymore...you were exhausting, your mind didn't stop and I couldn't make sense of where you were going with your rants and raves and why all your anger and discontempt with the world and yourself was all directed at me and on me. When you left for the army...I didn't follow. I couldn't follow. It was the first time my mind could rest. If was the first time in a long time that I didn't have to hear somebody call me names and beat me down emotionally day in and day out. I could go to bed with my own thoughts in my head and not yours. I actually could think for myself. I made friends. I joined a mom's group and a ladies Bible study group. I was stepping out in the world and bringing my girls with me and there wasn't anyone telling me that my friends were bad for me or I better stay home or I'll be a terrible wife and mother. There wasn't anyone dictating my life. I made choices on my own. I found out that the person I was before is still inside me...I didn't loose that funny, cute, sassy girl who has a beautiful singing voice and is intelligent and enjoys writing...she's been here all along. You won't take my girls from me and you're done breaking me...I'm not yours to defile anymore...you can't touch me with your hands, your man part, your words like knives, your anger and disgust at someone who you once sought and adored. You pursued me and I believed you and your lies but it wasn't long until I found out once you had the ring on my finger and the I do's....after 7 months of knowing each other--which isn't long and is my mistake for jumping into a romance I was desperate for...you told me it was going to be different from now on. I thought it strange but I thought you meant because now we were married and were going to have a whole new set of responsibilities not that you were going to turn into jekyl and hyde. Now I know and I don't know why I didn't run from you long ago. I fear your instability. And all I can do is pray for myself and my children and my Pastor said to even pray for you. It's going to be hard...you invoke such negative feelings but I know he's right...for the sake of my children and myself...you need to be prayed hard for...maybe you'll fall in a mine shaft in Korea and never be found...maybe you'll grow a concience...maybe a butterfly poop on your rotten burger king meal and you'll get so sick the good Lord will take you home....maybe...
