Today I am thankful for new information.
I have to make this quick.
I work 45 hours a week at an insurance job.
I work a little over 20 hours a week with hypnosis clients. They aren't paying me; they're paying a coupon company who does the advertising for me. I have made maybe $200 over the past two months working with Groupon; actually I've lost money given the expenses of providing private therapy and recordings.
I'm tired.
At least I stay away from the bullcrap.
The kids tell me their father picks on them when I am not home. I'm pissed off.
I had to put the kids on Medicaid. The State lists their father as a member of the household. I want him out. This just gives legitimacy for him to live here with me.
I did call the National Domestic Violence Hotline. A woman listened. She said that it was not uncommon for men to play games (e.g. quit their jobs, stalk, harass, have their family members harass) in order to stay in the same household as their ex wives. She put me in touch with the local shelter.
The local shelter is horrible. I wish taxpayers didn't have to fund it. A woman answered the phone. She asked if I wanted to get him out of the house. That's a close ended question; not good for someone to ask while trying to get a sense of a situation. You use close ended questions when you want someone to hang up the phone. What I want is.....the stalking to stop.
She said they couldn't help me. My kids are too old. I need to get a lawyer. She hung up.
I'm back at square one.
I need another used car. The exhaust manifold is disintegrating (so it shakes violently) and the transmission is slipping.
My choice is lawyer......or car.
It may have to be a lawyer.
Quickly.....
I do have the court documents for a contempt citation. I had to get them because he won't cooperate with the mediator. I tried to fill out the reduced charge mediation forms for him but they want his income. I have no clue what he makes.
He lives here. I have to mix his income with mine. That's hard to do when we can't communicate.
The courts and state treat us like a couple because he won't move out. It makes it hard to actually separate.
I notice that when I get really pissed off to the point of driving to the courthouse for papers, Michael gives me a tidbit of information. Yesterday, he was on his laptop at the kitchen table that he co-opted years ago looking at a picture of his brother.
I haven't seen William outside of a stalking incident in 2005 or 2006 at a metaphysical fair. At least, I hadn't recognized him since 2006 or so.
He looked like the man who played insurance agent last May, except that his face was a little thinner and his eyes are the wrong color. His skin tone, his features and even the shape of his eyes matched. I have never seen him without hair before!
There was a tall bald guy with brown eyes who had a penchant for showing up about an hour before I had a job interview. He drove a black SUV with red fleet plates.
The first day, he banged on the door hard. He slammed the screen and left. He didn't leave anything behind to say he was with an insurer.
The second day, as I backed out of the garage to take my child to school, he whipped around the corner, blew past my car, flipped a U-turn in the street and came at me head on. When he stopped a few feet from my car, he blocked my path up the street.
I didn't have a cell phone. I didn't have a camera. I locked the doors and rolled down the window telling him that I had a stalker and refused to talk to someone I didn't know. I told him to leave his card.
It was Field Day. I lingered at the school for several minutes. When I came home, I caught him taking photos of the house (inside the windows, where the electrical box was, pictures of the entrances, garage door....the works). I parked two doors down and ran to the house of the Private Investigator.
My PI neighbor ran outside in his night shorts, confronted the man who convinced him he was with Ameriprise and his name was John. John wanted my ex-husband's contact information.
I don't know why. Michael and I were divorced. Ameriprise had my contact information. The guy continued to take pictures. I confirmed my contact information (knowing I could change my phone number and email addresses later) and waited for him to leave. He was blocking my driveway with his SUV. After about ten minutes, he left.
When I could get into my home, I called the police. They couldn't help me. I called Ameriprise who said that their traveling agents would have sent me a letter and would not have ink jet printed ID cards. It took them a week to investigate the incident. They had not sent anyone to Colorado to visit my home. They suggested I call the police.
The police suggested that I evict my ex-husband. At the time, my ex-husband travelled a lot, so I rarely saw him except to pick him up from airports.
Another PI confirmed that the SUV was a rental car.
I still have nightmares about that encounter.
When I saw the picture of William......it struck me that this guy was probably a relative. I had the thought that he could have been in town for a funeral.
Michael showed me that his uncle Glenn had died a few days before John with Ameriprise sent his first email claiming a need to inspect my house.
The man looked like a younger version of Glenn. As far as I know, Glenn had no children.
Glenn was a flying monkey for Mike, his mother and sister. He used to attack me in public calling me a homophobe because that's what my in-laws told him. He had no idea that I spent my weekends in 1992 sitting at industry conventions handing out flyers printed by companies boycotting Colorado in order to avoid doing business in the Hate State.
Yes, I fought Amendment two. Glenn had no idea. He was just responding to the lies of an abuser. I got the brunt of his anger towards society.
I pray he has found peace.
I need to try to find a lawyer. I am scared to death. I really do not have faith that a District judge is going to understand that Michael and I are NOT a couple. I need him to leave. I don't want a judge to reverse everything that happened in the divorce.
I think I need a restraining order, too.
I'm not so sure the children or I are safe.
Michael has a strange look in his eyes when I talk about safety planning for the kids. I can't describe it. I do NOT feel safe at all.
It has to be him. He swears he's a victim of stalking by his mother. I don't believe it. He looks scary when I try to deal with things. Two weeks ago I learned that four sets of house keys went missing. The kids cell phones went missing, too. I am very scared because I can't talk to him about changing the locks or trying to figure out where the phones went. I don't want to change the locks without his consent yet I may find myself in trouble for unlawful eviction.
I am truly at a loss as far as what to do.
I should have a say as to who lives in my home. I don't.
Mike has to be the stalker.
Please pray I find a lawyer and a good job.
Love ya,
S.
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