Today I am thankful that I have a place to document the weirdness.
Well....
Someone was in my house on Wednesday afternoon. My eldest daughter heard footsteps. She barricaded herself into her bedroom with the cat and waited a few hours for the footsteps to stop
She went downstairs and didn't see anything.
Nothing was taken.
A couple of boxes of football cards are gone -but- I did let a neighbor take things out of my garage. Perhaps I didn't notice that he wanted the sports cards.
This has gone on for years. I thought changing the locks and garage door codes would solve the problem.
I don't know what to do.
We don't call the police any more. In the past, the police would tell me that my ex just wanted to mess with my head and that if I divorced him it would stop.
I divorced him.
It was written into the separation agreement that he could have access to the house to see the kids after school when I worked. That idiocy was the brainchild of the mediator.
If I allowed him this access, it would enable him to claim 50% parenting time. Yeah.....parenting time, it's a trick abusive men use to lower child support. They don't use the parenting time nor do they pay child support.
It's a sick, sick world.
That was the line that allowed him to stay in my house for over three years after our divorce. He had a right to be here. The divorce agreement stated such.
He just abused that right by refusing to leave.
The cops couldn't do anything about it.
The judge finally got wise to it and stated that Michael is not allowed in my home without my consent.
So....
I can never allow him entry in my home. If I do that, I fear he'd never leave without another $10,000 journey through the legal system.
I chalked the footsteps one up to her imagination.....
until....
someone hacked my blog the next day.
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I have dummy unpublished posts.
If you think the stuff I post is insane, you should see the crap I don't post.
Someone saw it.
Someone published some of them.
I look at the stats knowing that....well.....right before the stalking would go crazy, I'd get a lot of hits on the blog. I'd see what the people looking at my blogs searched and the time of day they searched.
It's fairly revealing.
I noticed that if I posted regularly, I'd get maybe 7 or 8 hits a day.
When these things go on, they'd engage in low level harassment like leaving bloody underwear or obnoxious articles on my door step.
If I don't post regularly, I'll get maybe 300 or more hits on the latest post.
I'd be prompted to post after there was stalking event, like a break-in or a major hack attempt.
I post it because I know that if I turn up dead, the first thing the cops are going to do is grab my computers (that is plural, I have this blog linked to five computers across the city - one at the recording studio, one at the office, one that goes with me everywhere I go, two at home).
When they find a computer, they'll have a trail of documentation, so to speak.
My theory is that my stalkerish ex and his family need gossip. They'll leave me alone, for the most part, if I supply it.
If I don't, they'll hack my email or my websites to get it.
Back in the day, my ex knew my passwords. He gave them to his family. That's how they'd get information on me.
He would tell me that his family sits around and gossips when they get together. This leads to scheming. It is the scheming that leads to the harassment.
They usually needed it for holiday discussion. Typically the hacking and stalking take place near holidays (his birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, his Mother's birthday, Valentine's Day and Mother's day).
Sometimes the harassment took place after the death of a relative.
Today is Mother's day....so....
That's just a theory.
I'm pretty sure my ex's family harass me because he lies to them. My ex has recently shown me how good he is at playing the victim. He's got the family support services caseworker convinced that he's a destitute alcoholic. That's why the State of Colorado hired three lawyers to gut his child support.
Yo taxpayers, you paid for that!
Geesh!
He tells me that he doesn't drink.
I don't know. If he's a drunk, he can't come near my home. I won't pay for his auto insurance or give him another car. I won't give him any more of my money or time. I don't want to enable his addictions.
See? I don't think he planned on that little lie costing him my help. He only thought it would gut his child support.
He lost any help and support he previously got from me or my family.
Sigh.....
When the last incident happened, I hadn't posted in about a week....so maybe....they need gossip.
I'll find something.
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Ah, here you go...
It's Sunday. Sunday is the day of Apollo. Asclepius is the son of Apollo and the God of Healing. It is said that Asclepius can bring the dead back to life.
According to Pagan mythology, as a mortal, Asclepius defied death so much that the other Gods had him killed so they could restore balance between life and death for humanity. His father ensured that he became a God and could spend eternity on Mount Olympus.
His color is yellow. He likes sun incense.
I went to the Catholic store and bought yellow candle holders and inserts. I have some frankincense and myrrh. I'm mixing sun incense.
I'll gather some flowers from my garden and pray for someone in hospice**.
Sunday is the best day to pray for a job.
I need a job....but....it would seem this person has a greater need than I.
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Perhaps I'll post about the weirdness of working as a temp in a union job another day.
Yeah.....I've been cornered by a union rep. She said that they needed to hire me full time or my favorite company will be in violation of their contract with the union and face fines.
I fully expect to be fired the moment the union representative goes to management.
So, I'll probably be jobless the next time I write.
This company is trying to help people on Medicaid get health care. They are losing money. For this reason, they cannot afford to hire me (or anyone else) full time.
I understand it.
I wish other people understood.
Sigh.....
Companies that succeed tend to be flexible.
I have no business getting sucked into that argument.
I'll start praying for a job next week.
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You know.....if my ex's family are gonna break into my house again.....I could just go after that money....how much is it now? $67,000 or so that I hold in judgments against my ex.
You know....I could just sell the debt for pennies on the dollar to a collection agency with teeth. I'll get, maybe, $6,000. I'll let them go after my ex for the rest.
The collection agencies won't have any reason to back down. My ex can't bankrupt on these judgments because they are connected to his violation of the divorce agreement. It would be a fairly safe bet for an investor.
Or I can just.....you know....let him be.
I'll follow their lead.
There is an old saying - out of sight, out of mind.
Stay out of sight.
Love ya,
S.
Oh crap - our adopted cat was near the back door crying.
We took her outside and she found a fresh dismembered squirrel in the back yard.
Our fence is secure. It's not like a dog hopped over our 8' fence or dug a hole under the fence to attacked the squirrel.
It wasn't there the other day.
I'll call animal control to see if there are reports of raccoons, coyotes or loose dogs in the neighborhood.
Damn it......
There had better be a coyote or raccoon here.
Edit: ** he passed away before I found the perfect flowers for his altar.
Sigh.....
No wonder it is a gloomy day.
Love ya,
S.