Well, Someone has Stolen My Identity: Why would anyone want to be me?

 

Today I am thankful that no one can guess what the R. in my former name stands for. 

Shhhh.....It's Rumpelstiltskin.  

Yeah....yeah....that's the ticket. 

Thirty years ago, I left a creep who put me in the hospital and nearly killed me after bludgeoning  me with a hammer while bitching about his anger at his mother. 

Maybe I should explain his complaint...

I was raised by a woman who believed that the only value a woman had was her beauty and her sexuality. 

My mother was popular with men.  She looked identical to me (except she retained her brown eyes throughout her life and her bra size was 32GG). 

My sister and I were taught that men wanted ladies in public and Rick James' type of freaky girls in private.   

Funny thing, I was told that no guy would want me because I was the ugly ducking.  My mom wanted me to hit the books and to aspire for a doctorate.  This is what I did. 

Mom must not have liked how she looked. 

In late '87, I met a man during a robbery.  A seemingly nice rancher from Seattle saved me. His girlfriend was a decade older than him and his mother didn't approve.  So, he took me home to meet his mom and I was ambushed by a minister.  It took them three hours to pry me from the bathroom.  I succumbed when I learned that they flew my grandfather out there. 

I can't give too much away but that poor guy was really repressed. 

I mean....he was....repressed.   

I tried to let him fly free. 

As they say....

when in Rome...

do as the Romans do. 

The most vanilla thing a girl could do.....was something this guy had NEVER experienced. 

It was incredibly sad.  

For years (even after he finally signed the flippin' divorce papers - he asked me to do 'the thing in Idaho.') 

Very sad.  He was MUCH older than I.  

Seriously???? 

Ladies....all you gotta do is get the guy to drink more pinapple juice, it's not so bad. 

People are so selfish. 

Well....he was shocked and decided that he wanted me to be his mistress because I was more fun and his plan was to make his boring mistress his wife. 

Nope.  I don't do that. He became angry and started to beat me up.  

He destroyed most of my property, too.  

Of course, I was the one paying all the bills so it was my place and he didn't want to leave. 

He Hendrixed the bass my daddy gave me - he's never going to so much as hug me again. 

Don't allow yourself to suffer at the hands of an angry person.  They're not worth your time or energy. 

He became very threatening.  I left and kept my name.  While at my new place, I began to be subpoenaed to assault cases against him and he'd mess up my car the day of the hearings.  

So.....

I ran away, hid and changed my name to one I knew he couldn't guess. 

It was a very horrible name.  Basically I named myself while visiting a train memorabilia store at the Cherry Creek Mall.   My name was a messed up spelling of my true first name, my middle name was the name of a true to life railroad and my last name reflected a fictional one.  

It was bliss for about seven years.  Then the internet came about and he started showing up at my door wanting to relive that 1989 Idaho experience.  

I'm prude.  I wear high heels.  I like guns. 

He didn't get very far. 

The last time I saw him was 10-24-2004. 

He even tried to come into my house to change the light bulbs!!  Seriously!!!  Ewwww!!! 

I was hoping I'd never see that moniker ever again. 

It just brings up too many sad memories.  Especially since his former mistress/current wife will sometimes call me to ask me how to get him to stop hitting her.  

*****

Today I received an email from the Colorado Unemployment Insurance department greeting me with a name I haven't seen since the mid-nineties 

I also received an email from USBank Reliacard asking me to rate their service at a different email address. This is how unemployment claimants get their funds.  

Apparently they sent money to my old address on 50th under my fake name.  

Neither email address is publicized.  There is possibly only one man in the world who knows about that full name and both of those email addresses.....

He lived with me twenty five years ago at that 50th street address. 

They also know where I work. 

I just answered a ton of interrogatories for the Child Support Dept.  They sent them to my ex. 

They asked me for my employer. 

The employer listed on my LinkedIn is not correct.  

So.....

I am now the victim of ID theft. 

I'm pretty damn sure I know who the hell did this.  Yes, it's stupid to automatically blame the stalkerish ex-husband -but- they've done this before (kinda). 

In the past, his brother would list me as his wife and share my private information with his creditors (including my phone number and address which was different from his).  For years,  his creditors would harass me demanding payment. 

To this day, I still get calls from his and my ex-husbands creditors.  We signed the divorce papers in September 2013!  I think it's time this bs stopped.  

Now I have to close off my credit and file a police report.  

I tried calling both entities to report the fraud but I couldn't get through.  I finally get my credit up to the upper 700's and some asshole steals my identity. 

Crap....

I'll keep working on it today. 

Yeah - this is worth breaking out the black candles.  I'm toying with using white just in case it is a desperate idiot. 

I'll probably go black.  I miss the smell of anise.  

I don't need a name.  

Mark my words, they'll get their karma.   

Love ya, 

S. 

Edit Dec. 1, 2020 

I think there is a keylogger on my computer.  Now, they're using my credit cards. 

Been there - done that - just haven't had to worry about it since I evicted the ex back in 2016. 

Well - I guess it's time to get back to encrypting everything I type.