No Contact Orders

I am thankful that the papers were signed, notarized, sealed and delivered this afternoon.

There is now a NO CONTACT ORDER in effect for my in-laws. They are ordered to do everything in that cease and desist letter I sent back in 2002.

Any relative or agent of my ex, is now prohibited from contacting me, speaking to me, calling the house, following me, harassing me, emailing me, intimidating me, disturbing the peace, or bothering my children, members of my extended family, my friends, people in my workplace, or my associates.

The rules don't apply to my ex in the same way. We have kids together, so he can contact me about that. He can't scream about killing people anymore or steal money, dispose of joint property, or steal my things.

The car?

Ugh....I don't know.

That is a gray area. I caught him in a lie about that. Do I dare share it?

Well....when he wanted sole custody, he claimed he could go to work at 3:00 a.m. and come home by 3:00 p.m. Now he's claiming that he can't get a ride from his coworkers who live out here because they get to work at 3:00 a.m.

He has a weirder excuse so that he doesn't have to ride the bus.

Something is fishy. I think he wants my car to keep me from working.

I think I have an alternative mode of transportation I the works.

Hooray!!!

Now, I have to wait for the first hearing.

I'm hoping it goes well.

I'm hoping I have a job by then.

I feel a lot more hopeful knowing that I can get Shannon or Doug arrested for being near me due to the No Contact Order. I no longer have to prove mischief or receipt of the Cease & Desist letter on their part.

I feel so much lighter.

I decided to keep my name.

That will piss the crap out of my in-laws.

They can stuff a rock up it.

I am too darn busy to spend four hours at the DMV getting a new driver's license.

I wish I had someone to go out and celebrate with.

Love ya,

S.

Stalker Proxy Phone Calls

What kind of songs do narcissistic stalkers sing? I imagine they sing songs like this. I am grateful now that I understand why the stalker has people call but wish they'd listen when I ask them not to call again. I probably should document this somewhere. My ex was talking to an old friend of mine from high school on a daily basis. She is his cousin. I had to quit talking to her when she'd ask me to plan parties and then refuse to give me the guest list saying that the attendees would only be me, her, my stalker Shannon, and my NPD mother-in-law. She wanted me to plan interventions. This happened with a baby shower. It also happened with a wedding. The in-laws put together a fake wedding trying to host an intervention to shame me and my ex into doing things for them (like quit school and give them my car). I had to cut this so-called friend off over that in 2004....

Temporary Ending

Dear Readers: Over the past three weeks, I attended both a city councilperson's town hall and the mayoral town hall. Despite battling the flu, I dedicated two days to watching all available city council meetings and study sessions on YouTube in between bouts of cold chills. What I observed was a troubling pattern of disregard for honesty and disrespect towards citizens, the rule of law, and the influence of partisan politics. It has become evident that certain issues transcend the scope of a mere community art project. This realization prompted me to raise my voice, a departure from my usual composed demeanor. After discussing the situation with my family, we collectively decided to remain in Aurora. It is clear that true leadership entails making tough decisions rather than simply following personal desires. I look forward to the opportunity to address these concerns further in a different forum. Warm regards, S. P.S. There will be a new website.

Visiting the Graveyard in my Hometown and Addressing Fears I'll Soon Join the Party

Today I am thankful for a laugh. It didn't start out funny. My aunt visits once a week to use the washer and dryer. My new dryer broke just a few days out of warranty so we dried her clothes outside. While standing outside, she took me aside an said "I don't want to alarm you, but....." then she got silent. I pointed at the shed. "Are you worried about all the stuff pulled out of the shed?", I asked. "Yes.", she replied. "That happens all the time!" She advised me to chain the door. I've done that. The thief just tears the roof off. It's easier just to keep crap in it I don't care about so the thief can rummage and take what he or she wants. Again, I was advised to consider moving, especially after finding a full gas can in the mess. My aunt is afraid my ex-husband is going to kill me. I've been court-ordered to live here for another two years. Sigh.... I'm sure a judge would allo...

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