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| Friday, January 06, 2006 |
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Weapons And Back Home...So a couple days later I went to my mom and Max''s. They loaned me a shot gun and a pistol. I went to the county sheriffs department and told the story. He came out to my place and seen that there was only one way in and that was also my escape. He told me that if Ace was to come up to take it as a threat to my life and told me how to go about killing him. Now this may seem strange but this is a small town and the small town laws are different. What you are told goes no further and if questioned denied. When they pulled Ace''s record they knew what I was dealing with and knew that I was in very much danger. So, I had my shotgun by my chair and the pistol if I went outside. I was waiting, kind of hoping, for Ace to show again. It was a few weeks before anyone heard from him and then one night I am sitting and watching T.V. late. I hear a vehicle coming up the lane. My dog starts going nuts. See I have a very protective dog too. Well I look out the door and there is a pickup backing up to my porch. I then recognized it as my mom and Max''s, shoot I am going to call them my parents at this time, because I am tired of saying my mom and Max, lol. They came running up on the porch and I barely had time to get my dog back before they come barreling into the trailer. My mom was white as a ghost and I was really concerned with what was going on. I had the pistol in my hand and it was a good thing I had recognized the vehicle in the dark. It is very dark in the middle of the woods late at night, lol.
Come to find out they backed that truck up expecting to be putting my body in it. Ace had called my uncle and told him that they had better get to the trailer because I was laying there bleeding and dying. Stupid, stupid person. Needless to say, I was not allowed to live there by myself anymore. I had to go back with them to their house. I really didn''t want to do this because of the memories there too, but go I did. I got a job and a car and I started my divorce proceedings. Not without getting a restraining order first. I made him pay for that, lol. I never saw him again until much later when he started stalking me, but that is to come.
So I was working for a nursing home, ugh. I went from there to a garment factory (where I got the toxic poisoning from). I could not move back to my trailer until I found a room mate. I had made a friend at the factory and her nephew started working there and needed a place to live. Perfect. I asked him if he wanted to share my trailer with me and he said yes.
Later. Blog on and God bless.
March 26, 2005 9:36 PM |
posted by Teressa @ 11:53 AM  |
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