Sabotaging the Irritated Feminist

Insecure men are dangerous....

I was able to cope with this guy until he had issues with his boss at the city. 

I mean, every time I stepped out of the house to do something my car would get tampered with, his family would bug my coworkers, teachers, mentors, or stalk me, or the gas money would disappear. 

Since he was fired by the city because his boss was jealous of my master's degree, it's been much, much worse.  I say jealous...I'm not sure.  I just know that she claimed she fired him, in part, because I had one.  She also ridiculed my medical condition and told him to stalk me at school.  It is all recorded on court transcripts.  Why in the world would someone raking in over $90,000 of our tax money pull that crap with a citizen?

I'm still a little ticked. 

That master's degree was easy to earn but hard to get because I had to sneak around Mike. 

Every time I do something, it gets sabotaged.  He acts like every incident is an accident but it is more of a pattern. 

Imagine running for office, in a very public campaign, and having all the money for coffee and gas disappear.  Imagine how impossible it is to get to events when you can't find the funds for bus fare. 

Imagine being a Libertarian and trying to get your name OFF the welfare rolls.  Don't know how they signed me up in the first place.

Imagine how crappy it is to have the car break down each and every time you want to go to a job interview. 

Imagine waking up to go to work one day and finding your car....gone!

Imagine getting phone calls from creditors telling you that the accounts are past due when you want to get a job that requires a credit check.   Imagine, now, that all the money you've saved for paying bills ended up in his retirement account. 

Imagine going to college and having your advisor tell you that your husband won't let you finish your degree but won't tell you how he knew that... only that there was a person trying to get a job at that office who wasn't interested in the job.  Turns out, his sister fessed up to going to the school in an effort to make me quit. 

Imagine taking classes to get licensed in a new field and network, only to find your husband sitting outside of the building because his boss told him to leave work (she admitted to that is in court transcripts...somewhat...but still...). 

Some stupid b!tch had to bring up my master's degree as a reason for firing him because she couldn't say the truth - she discriminates against fat people as per the email she sent to me.

Here is the problem.  When we got engaged, he told me I could finish my P.hd.  He told me that I could work. 

Ninety days after our wedding, his mother, sister, aunties and uncles told him that my master's degree would ruin his life. I've been yelled at, had things thrown at me, harassed, slandered and everything else because I went to college.

I can understand a bunch of alcoholic drunks annoying a woman because she works hard...but a Tax Audit Supervisor for the city in which I live? Never....

I want OUT!

Every time I get close....I get sabotaged.

I'm being punished for being myself.  I am not a victim.  I am about to put on my war paint.

Today I'm home without a working vehicle.  I can't go out and buy those cleaning products that bring me comfort.  I'm pissed...

I'm still mad.  The only way to get over anger is with exposure. 

I'm bored. 

If I'm home....

If I can't work....

If I can't clean...

If I can't go anywhere....

Why can't I publish all that stuff? 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I keep getting hacked.  I have ONE website that the city lawyers know about...it gets hacked constantly but what they don't know is that it is one of THREE. 

I know the city attorney's henchman warned me that the assaults on my privacy and the harassment were due to my politics but I know better....

I became an activist on the local level because of the harassment from the city.

I became an activist after 18 MONTHS of being stalked by a city car.  I even saw one at my office, in another city, 45 miles away.  This is why I won't work from home.  I don't want to play with a lying snotty tax audit supervisor.  The lawyers told me they're watching my business.  The female Finance Director and the Human Resource guy sent me emails warning me to get a business license for every hobby I have.  It isn't going to happen....sorry...not until his former threatening bosses are gone.   
Come on.....someone at the city was stalking me.  I don't get it.  The only connection is with Mike.  Mike's family stalks me.  Could he have had someone he knew at the city stalk me to freak me out? 

I mean....

Could Mike and his boss have had an affair? 

Why else would she care so much about my personal attributes?

Why else would she slander me?

Why else would city cars have sat outside my home so darn much?

Why else would I have to endure abusive phone calls from city lawyers? 

Why else did he gain so much weight so he couldn't have sex?  I've actually seen people do that in clinical practice.  I have seen people gain a lot of weight to keep them from being unfaithful more often than I care to admit. 

Hmmmmmm......

I wonder if there is evidence? 





But then, I swear, it is like he has a split personality.  He'll get a nasty look in his eyes and he'll admit to doing all sorts of scary things.  This is why I shoved his butt in group therapy.  He left because his boss spread rumors that he was in group therapy for beating me. 

Nope...he was in group therapy for acting like an adult child of an alcoholic.  He came home one day claiming that his boss said that her supervisor drank heavily and would harass her via the telephone at all hours of the night.  This triggered Mike's childhood trauma and I told him to get help.  He did and was fired. 

And, somehow...it came down to the city violating the ADA and them blaming me in order to stop focusing on their wrongdoing.  The problem is that they never met me and their lawyer ignored my warnings about Googling my name to see what I did for fun (political activism for children's rights). 

If I'm not afraid to take on idiotic school boards, uneducated social workers and bad dads, why would I be afraid of a couple of city employees?  They are a stupid bunch of moronic eggheads.  

I am NOT a victim.  I am an irritated feminist.  Heads are going to roll. 

Now, trust me, the city attorney and the HR director know exactly what I want.  I want the city to adopt a policy of confidentiality for all potential victims and perpetrators of domestic violence.  I want them to refer people to the EAP program.  I got the idea from talking to various victim advocates across the country.  They refuse to do that because acusing men of domestic violence is a damn good way to embarass them so they quit their jobs.  It's the city's way of culling the herd. 

A libertarian understands the need to reduce overhead.  She doesn't understand the need to put the taxpayer at risk of legal payouts due to wrongful termination because the supervisor lied about (aka slandered) a man and his family in order to get him fired. 

An emotionally abused woman doesn't appreciate having the city stand behind her abuser and giving him the excuse to amp it up.  I can put up with any man's crap.  I can work around it, unless the idiot feels vindicated by the government. 

Now...they've done it! I'm angry. 

I want out of this house....this mess....this life....now.  I want the city to take responsibility for slandering me and blaming me for the bad gossipy behavior of Mike's former supervisor. 
I don't know who the man in the basement is anymore so I'd rather be as far away from his bull as possible. 

He wants to stay married. 

He can't tell me what he wants from a marriage. 

This isn't a marriage. 

This is hell. 

I want to leave before I make him burn in the fiery walls of the hell we created.   


If I can't do that at this time, perhaps, I should focus on frying another little fishy and a Robin.

Yeah...the lawyers gave me copies of several emails between Donnielle and Robin (idiots at the city trying to ruin his reputation).  Why they'd conspire to ruin someone is beyond me.....

Posting them online could help me get that policy change I want so bad.  I just want to be assured that it won't happen again.  I wasn't told they'd stop the behavior.  They threatened me to try to keep me quiet.  They even asked Mike to sign a document promising to keep me quiet.  He refused.

I mean...really....how in the hell is he going to keep me quiet?  Cut off my hands and tongue?

If he beats me, he's going to get a small room six feet underground.   He knows it.  I don't care if it is PC or not.....you don't hit a country girl who likes guns.  It's a good way to get yourself hogtied. 


Here is the deal.  Threats don't work well with a pissed off, redheaded, irritated feminist. 

I'm sitting here considering posting a heck of a lot of documents online. 

It's not illegal for me to post them online.  I didn't post them before because the city attorneys threatened to blackball and harass Mike if I say something.  That won't sway me anymore simply because he's not very nice to me.

Maybe Donnielle and Robin can give him a karmic lesson as I give them one of mine. 

It would make me feel a heck of a lot better. 

Love ya,

S.