Too Busy & Tired to Write a Real Blog

Today I am thankful that I can just write notes.

I sell insurance to people in Hawaii.

For that reason, I usually work until midnight. I came home on Friday and found the garage door wide open.

I thought maybe Michael had forgotten to close it.

This morning, as I lay in bed trying to catch up on my sleep, I heard Michael leave at 6:30 to take our eldest to school. I heard the door open again just a few minutes later - I assumed it was Michael coming back to pick something up. It closed shortly after.

Well.....Michael came back ten minutes later.

I asked him if he forgot something and had to come back.

He said "no." He also claimed that he did not come back just a few minutes after leaving.

I gave up.

I retained a lawyer today.

I can't say anything more - I just realized that my computers were hacked so lawyers couldn't communicate with me very well.

This lawyer answered a plea I made on a forum. He remembered meeting me in 2012 and hearing about the stalker running me out of my hypnosis practice.

He asked if I found out who the guy was....yep. It was my ex-husband's sister's fiancé.

That's a mouthful.

I'm angry.

I'm hurt.

I feel like I'm going crazy and find myself doubting everything I see, think and feel.

I can't do this anymore.

Of course, Michael claims he has no where to go.

I'm awake at 1:00 a.m. trying to find the latest copies of the divorce decree and agreements that went missing....again.

I'm probably going to have to go back down to the courthouse to get the copies made.... again.

I am feeling incredibly manipulated and angry.

UGH!!!

Stay safe out there.

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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