Today I am thankful for Motor Oil and threats made in local retail establishments.
My van is falling apart. It was incredibly low on oil.
We had to go to *gasp* the local Wally-world to get oil.
Imagine, it's 11:00 p.m.....the witching hour is close at hand....the truth comes out.
He was kind of a douche bag all day.
I know it is mean to say that but...he was.
At the Wal-Mart, I asked him if I should buy him something his next day's lunch and he started to cry.
I don't get this man.
He's an ass.
He yells at me.
He lies at me.
He is mean and abusive as hell.
I do one nice thing for him and he cries.
I guess I'm supposed to be a b!tch or something.
We were getting ready to check-out and he starts to briskly walk ahead of me while saying;
"I have to divorce you to keep both of us alive."
Since he has threatened to kill himself in the past, I'm thinking that he was or is entertaining thoughts of a murder suicide.
I can't have a gun in this house.
I'm thankful I fired the lawyer who thinks I have a year to do anything.
I found a replacement lawyer at 1/4 the cost.
I wanted to document this somewhere just in case I end up dead.
I know Shannon has been following me. I know she tried to get into the house. I would really, truly, appreciate some type of explanation in order to save her butt. The reason is that there were witnesses that saw her fiance in my office building and hassling me on the street. My former office mate saw Shannon and her love, Doug, at a restaurant watching me. The neighbors saw Shannon at my door trying to get into the house. They even described Doug's red extended cab truck better than I can. We drive crap cars, they were impressed!
Oh, yesterday I was informed that the girls' "aunt" was sitting outside my house in a white car. They said it was a while ago but couldn't tell me if that meant last week or three years ago. How did they know this person was a relative? Does this mean that Shannon is talking to the neighbors?
I don't know. I do know that my neighbors are alert to the problem.
I have a solution for my cyber-stalker that will save her butt. When Shannon calls my work number, she can leave a message stating why she did what she did. An example of this could be " [fill in the blank] was worried and asked me to check up on Siegfred." I will not pick up, I will assure her that she will get a recording. I will take it to the police.
Now, the statute of limitations on all of the stalking I've caught her doing are over. I need this done so that I can take it to the police before I get hurt in the future. I will consider this a form of justice insurance.
The pattern is still documented and on file with the police department; so if I turn up with a hole in my head, they will investigate Shannon and Doug unless we can prove they were unwitting participants.
Dead people cannot speak. I have to do my talking NOW!
If Mike kills me and I have proof that he is behind the stalking, Shannon et. al. will be less likely to be arrested, interrogated, and brought up on charges.
My mother-in-law will be less embarrassed. It will be less likely that she will be vilified as a bad parent and that she may actually have a shot at seeing the grandchildren.
Please tell me exactly what is going on before Mike gets serious about doing a temporary ex-parte restraining order against Shannon because at that point she will be breaking the law by contacting me. In our county, all he has to do is pay a fee and get a hearing that same day! There will be no service....nothing.
I think she has until Friday before he can get that hearing due to his schedule. He may mean next Friday, I didn't ask. All I know is that it is imperative that everyone practice CYA now!
A TRO means Patricia will not be able to see her grandchildren for a span of at least two years.
The TRO is the least of my worries here. If Mike knows that other people know what is going on, he'll be less likely to off himself and try to harm me again.
This is probably the best way to ensure that he can be there for his mother. If this is temporary insanity on Mike's part, we must not make the fall out permanent.
Let me know what is going on while I can still do something about it. Prosecutors have wild imaginations. The DA knows me and was once on the telephone with me when Mike went on one of his abusive rants.
Always be mindful of who is around when you start yelling about your stalking sister!
I know that Shannon hacked my Facebook account at least twice. I can prove that. I also know that Shannon must have seen who my Facebook friends are. Unless she wants to be the poster child that reverses the new gun control laws, she may want to help me figure out exactly what is going on.
I can see it now. I can actually see Shannon's face on a website stating
"Criminals don't obey gun laws. A background check did not stop Shannon [last name], from menacing and murdering Reverend Siegfred Smith. Rev. Smith, a single mother of four with a painful auto-immune disease, couldn't afford the $152.00 CCW background check fee despite getting free training from [famous politician's CCW school] and the gift of a free Glock from [famous gun activist]."
I could also see them stirring up the pot by using a picture of me doing charity work during my political campaign.
I wish I were joking. My friends would seize on my murder and use it to push their agenda. I won't be alive to care or whine about it, they may as well. They'd find any old thing they could to make me look like an angel while vilifying Shannon and putting her up there as the poster child for crazy murderers that little old grandmothers, like me, need to buy guns to protect themselves from.
Crap, they're the ones who console me when my in-laws act out. They are involved and they know everything that is going on. I know that they are excellent at propoganda and shameless self-promotion.
There is only one way to put a stop to this.
Let's find out who the threat really is and let's do it now.
Let's put this to bed, shall we?
Shannon, let me know why you did what you did. Give me the excuse you want the cops to consider before arresting you should your brother do the unthinkable.
Thank you.
Love ya,
S.
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