Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Worst Thing to Say During a Separation

"I knew we were soul mates and that, no matter what I did, you'd stay with me."

-My Estranged Spouse
(explaining his abuse over the past 20 years)

Sometimes women can't afford the baloney.  If I stay, he'll continue to destroy me financially.

If I leave, he'll be financially castrated. 

But....his lying and behavior has destroyed my chances of economic survival.

The courts want me to count on him for economic support.  If he's trying to destroy me now, what is he going to do if I stay in this house without the ability to pay for it myself?

Darn....


I don't want to be the brat. 

I can't trust him anymore.  More and more bill collectors are calling.  My credit is trashed.

The lawyers say that I need to keep the house and take custody of the children because he chose a job so far away with crazy hours.

That was not my intention. 

He wants the house. 

When he was working at the city, my intention was to leave him the house and custody while I went on the road to earn money to support the kids. 

Then he was fired, for what his boss described in an email sent to me during my mayoral campaign for being 'fat and lazy'. Of course, that was after they, his boss and the city lawyers, lied their asses off in court claiming they fired him for not meeting an unethical quota. 

His boss, Donnielle, gave him a larger quota than the other auditors to meet within 60 days (all the other auditors had a year) and then fired him before the time expired.  I read a court transcript where she said she fired him because of my auto-immune disease and my advanced degree (and other things).  She slandered us and stole $500 from us. 

His former boss,  ultimately blamed me for his job loss in a transcribed court hearing.  He's been nasty to me since.  Thus, her lies made a difficult situation intolerable.
She gave him bad references.  Once, when I went to breakfast at a local restaurant and ran into a group of former auditors that told me Donielle had claimed that Mike was in group therapy for being violent. 

He was in group therapy for people dealing with alcoholics: his boss allegedly drank and abused staff at night on the phone which triggered his issue with a father who drank years ago. 

He quit therapy and has been impossible to live with since because a stupid, lying, snot lied about him!

We aren't the only people she's defamed and slandered.  She begs for personal information, twists it, and has the lawyers use it to harass people.  That explains the bizarre phone call from the city attorney.  That explains the lies in the court document.
She had no right asking about our medical conditions....nor did she have a right complaining publicly about it but since everyone knows anyway, I have no vested interest in keeping quiet anymore.

It's all documented on a website.  Everything is uploaded to two servers.  Stupid bureaucrats...they love to put everything in writing.  That is their undoing. 
I'm angry because I'm unable to clean up the mess she made.  It's still impacting me.  If I have to continue living in this city because of a court order, then I will push for her firing and expose the misbehavior of her boss, Robin. 
I won't have to do anything more than continue to upload and scan all the documents the lawyers sent to me.  They have the names of the guilty parties and the lies that they've told.  Donielle and Robin may never find a job once I do that because the words that flow from their mouths and that one can read from their emails speak to petty abuse of employees and putting employers at risk of lawsuits. 

I will name them publicly unless an offer of restitution is made..could be a letter of reference for Mike because after all the slanderous job reviews,the only person that would give him a job was a former employer.  I also want my $500 back and a rule change so this doesn't ever happen to anyone else again. 

They won't do that.  I've asked already.  It's time for black magick.

I swore it off years ago...but...when fighting evil - sometimes it's what one needs to do. 

Besides, my demons are bored and restless.  They're looking for a task...Should I?

Karma has some fun things in store for people who play with the lives of others.  May Donnielle and Nemesis meet on a dark road in the middle of nowhere. I've had so many spells cast on that city building that the idiot who pulled that crap (and any lawyer whose helped) will have bad luck so long as they work at the building.  Loss of a marriage?  Slander?  Harassment by Cop?  Stolen money?  They'll get what they've done to me ten fold.  

The cops, firemen, council, and cafeteria workers have a protection spell over them.

The remedy is to give your lovely janitor holy water to mop with but that will destroy the protection spells. 

Is she for real?  Or is she messing with us? 

Only Siegfred knows for sure. 

As far as the family, I only wanted what was best for everyone.  I fear what will happen if he doesn't get the house. 

Last year I found an apartment complex that I was planning on moving into.  I found a nearby office.  I opened a business license in the area.  Up until this evening I was looking for a full-time job. 

Since he left the city, I know not who he is anymore.

I don't trust him to pay child support.  I will. 

I don't trust him to save for their college.  I will. 

I just need to work long hours and bring up my ability to earn money. 


I never wanted to take everything away from him.   I just wanted to live without constant economic surprises due to lying. 

I'm afraid he's going to kill himself. 

I'm terrified. 

Please pray for us. 

I just can't afford any more surprises.
The blog will go dark in the next few days as I have to do the inevitable.  I will, however, carve out more time to expose the abuse we endured at the city because, to be quite truthful, they haven't taken responsibility for slandering me nor promised to stop slandering and fining other people. 
Love ya,

S. 


P.S.  It's not enough that I'm broke and have no health insurance.  I found a lump on my upper torso a couple of weeks ago.  I've had throbbing pains that make me want to vomit.  I figured it was stress. 

This morning that part of my body is swollen, painful, and oozing something weird. 

I googled it and its a potential sign of cancer .

I'm still uninsured. 

Pagans have remedies for this kind of thing if it hasn't gone on too far.   Many of the remedies have been made illegal in recent years.  I can't get raw un-irradiated almonds anymore.  I can't get food grade h202 anymore.  I don't know if I could drive to Mexico and get what I need to heal myself. 

I was diagnosed with a brain tumor at twenty.  It was a misdiagnosis but I did all these crazy things to get better. The protocol seemed to slow down my aging, so I kept it up until they made finding these things impossible. 

I still have oregano oil and some powdered vitamin c.  Maybe I just have an infection.  We'll see. 

If its cancer, by the time I get to a doctor I'm a goner.  I'm not going to be too happy. 
Be forewarned. 

If I'm slated to go to hell soon anyway, why not allow my Ifrits a bit of fun?   I've kept them holed up and away from people that piss me off because last time I cleaned one of the lamps, I got a call telling me that the chick who lied about me had a stroke. 

Then I was told it wasn't a stroke but a car accident.

The vessels are a bit dusty.  What's the harm in cleaning them while thinking about revenge against a couple of compulsive liars that are making my life a living hell?

I love these people that play video games.  They have no clue.  Magick doesn't work like that.  It is slow and the best magick works in ways that make one wonder if it all wasn't just a coincidence. 

Still...
I'll take my medicine and try to rest.  But be forewarned.  If you think I'm an evil witch, just what am I capable of doing? 

And...for the moron caught hanging out in my garage.  Are you sure my scary stuff is at my house? 

It's not.  Some are with friends.  Some are in safe deposit boxes.  Some are in my car.  Some are buried in a field.  One of my objects was left on the fifth floor of the city building.  My ex refused to retrieve it and return it to me. 

I feel sorry for any soul that finds it.   I am assuming that it was kept away from the window.  Moonlight will charge it.  If it's hidden at the bottom of a filing cabinet we will be good. 

It was given to me by the daughter of a Satanist.  I've spent a lot of time cleansing the objects she sends.
That object at the city building came with a note saying it would make the owner have power over his or her lovers but, knowing my experience with the objects this lady sends to me and other collectors....

it will only bring bad luck to the people in its periphery. 

If I liked the boss, I'd tell her what to look for.  But, she's nasty to me...so....I'll let them try to figure out what it is and how to cleanse the energy of whatever it touches. 

Which is a shame...I have an object that seeks out information about evil-doers.  For a political activist, like me, it is a cause of trouble for a lot of people.  For tax auditors, it would be a nice thing to have in an office. 

I'm not giving that one up. 

And, one final note, being psychic really sucks when the people around you lie.  You can see the firings before they happen.  You can see the collection notices before the bills aren't paid.  You can see the job opportunities, the future girlfriends, even the sales on food and clothing. 

None of this does any good if every time you ask the people living with you about it and they lie. 

If you ask them if they paid the bills, they'll lie and say yes.  If you ask if they need jeans because you know that Old Navy will be marking them down to $5 and they lie, you miss the sale and have to spend $50 when you notice the crotch of their pants ripped.   If you ask your spouse if he's getting fired, he'll say 'no' because Donnielle promised to help him meet his quota rather than harass the lady at Kroger because the city wants him to focus on compliance not revenue (yet he gets fired for not bringing in a quota and I get told he was fired because he was married to me and my campaign manager gets an email saying he was fired for being obese...not happy). 

Man, that brass lamp is looking like it could use a good polishing....

The point is that being a psychic doesn't help if no one listens. 

It's fun running for office, though.  You know who the winner is before he does! 

Cheerio!!


  

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