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Despair

Today I am thankful that I'm still breathing. 

I'm still not sure what to do.

I am freaking out about the hacking. 

I'm not sleeping.

I am terrified that the closer I get to Mike's move out date, the more danger the children and I will be in.

We've had a rash of suicide-murders from messed up fathers in our city in the past few months.

I don't want the kids to become a statistic.

It seems that the closer I get to following the divorce agreement set in '13, the more the stalking takes hold.

I'm really tired of receiving messages like:

 
and
 

I get these messages quite often. 

I seem to get more of them after my computer was tampered with. 

I've been signed out of most of my social media accounts.  I'm terrified to sign back into them, even on my new computer.

I can't use my computers in this house.

I'm told I need to disable my wifi in order to secure the environment.

It dawned on me why this was happening to me.

The intention was to isolate me.

It worked.

I avoid my family, friends and colleagues because I don't want them stalked.

I no longer engage in social networking for the same reason. 

I'm not sure what to do. 

I know the law is on my side.  I can take my ex to court for contempt but I just don't know if he'll do stupid crap because of it.

He's not living in reality. 

He thinks I have to let him stay here without an agreement until he gets a job.

I'm not sure he's looking.

I can have him evicted in three days. 

I want to be fair -but- it's hard to be fair to someone who lies to you and doesn't keep his promises.

I did have a crazy thing happen today.

Someone cold called me to talk about a firm representing small businesses facing municipal audits.

They're hiring.

I told my ex.

That was weird.

I sure hope something comes out of this.

I don't like keeping my life on hold pending another person's behavioral shift. 

I'll do my best not to engage the darkness and try to fight evil with love.

I don't think that will work.

Manipulators take advantage of kindness.

Love ya,

S.
 
 


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