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One idiot on the rocks with a lime twist (Stockholder Son-in-Law W/O)Feb 05 '03 (Updated Nov 04 '03) Write an essay on this topic.
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The Bottom Line This is a long story. That's all I got to say about that. An idiot story with a twist. Two idiots for the price of one.
One idiot on the rocks with a lime twist, please. My submission for Stockholder's Idiot Son-in-Law Write off To tell this story, I need to set it up. This is a very Looonnng story. I need to explain where I was in my life, set the stage, to give you an understanding of the situation. (As you read why I needed to do this will make sense) Sorry to bore you but, it’s kinda necessary. I really can’t make it shorter, I’ve tried. I almost feel guilty for writing so much. This is the longest thing I've ever written. It’d be good to print. Take it to the crapper, should last…what? Three visits? Yea, that’s about right. If you get lost in it, hell use it for crapper paper, I don't care. Background: I had been divorced for 9 months. Was 25 years old with a three-year-old son. Trying to make ends meet since my divorce I cleaned houses, and was a waitress one night a week (drink special night) at a bar. I had been out of the work force for so long finding someone to hire me was hard. Things were difficult. I leaned on my mother and a good friend for help with caring for my son. Meeting someone for a relationship was the last thing on my mind. But I had just met someone new through a friend and things were going well. My ex husband who was abusive while we were married (that’s why I divorced him) became a complete psycho after I left. Stalking me. He would call hundreds of times a day. (I’m not exaggerating I had hours of taped messages he left threatening to kill me one minute then begging me to come back the next) He punched his hand through a window trying to get to me (I wouldn’t let him in my house) one night in a drunken stupor. The stupid idiot had to have surgery to fix his hand. He had even put a running garden hose into my cracked car door window (oh yes, he did). He did anything he could to torment me. Then after he would do all of this crap he would always say, I wouldn’t act like this if you’d only come back. Well, I was gone and was gonna stay gone or I would die trying. He had started to settle down and become a little more human and we both agreed to if nothing else be parents. We were both in counseling, I was learning to set better boundaries. He was becoming less of a weirdo. He was only freaky when it came to me, he never hurt our son. We tried to get along. He was court ordered to take anger control and that seriously seemed to help. Don’t get me wrong, he was still and idiot, but he stopped being extremely violent after the class, versus the now “mostly” violent. Setting: It’s a sweltering hot day. It was 96 degrees in the shade. The humidity factored in it was more like 120. Blazing heat. One of those hot Indiana days where you can see the heat wavering off of the pavement. I hate the heat. Almost as much as I hated my ex-husband. On this day I would be spending the entire day outside with not only my ex, but also 50 other friends and family who had come over for a giant birthday party/family gathering thing. I worried a little that having my ex over at my house thought it might give him the wrong idea. He seemed overly excited about being there, but I attributed it to the excitement of the day. Everything screamed not to let him get comfortable in my home. But I went through with it anyway. We grilled out, we played games. The kids played in the water. We did the cake thing with melting ice cream... You get the picture, the whole sha-bang. Why did I share this day with my ex? Several reasons. Well…he paid for every thing so that has to count for something, right? I also thought it would be nice to have all of our family in one place on the same day, for our son. Even though he was only three and I didn’t realize that doing something like this would mean more to him if he were older. My son was celebrating his third birthday and was being a rotten A**! My ex and I argued about everything (we always have and still do). My father and his ratty girlfriend, to my embarrassment, were getting wasted on some of the beer the ex had provided. A day in the life of Lainey. Ahhh ain’t life grand. Here my story begins: My mother is preparing to leave but she wants to have a word with me away from everyone. I was slightly irritated because it was such a hectic day and I had a lot to do.. I didn’t have time to stop really. My brother had just doused me with a bucket full of water so I was a drenched rat, and I needed to retaliate. Her look made that irritation go away. I forgot about my retaliation plan and gave her my full attention. She looked worried. We chit chat for a moment when she blurts out “Honey, I need to talk to you about something, have you been seeing someone new” I was, like, uh…what? Do you have ESP or something because although I tell my mom everything. I hadn’t talk to her about this new guy yet. We had just met last weekend. Since my family was still adjusting to the divorce. I thought I’d wait and see if I even liked him first before I would say anything. So I say with a quizzical look “Yes, Mom, I have” to which she says “Well, honey, I don’t know how to say this but please don’t see him” I was like “Mmooohhmm? what are you talking about” To which she reply’s “Your Aunt went over to visit someone who is his neighbor, they are friends, I can’t say who, they saw our car over there and wondered if you were there (I was driving my mom’s car and it had been wrecked on one side so it stood out like a sore thumb) The neighbors say that he deals drugs and has girls in and out of that house and, Ohh Honey, I just don’t think you should be around someone like this” Her eyes were welling up (She had been going through “the change” so I wasn’t sure if it was that or what?? She’s gonna love me when she reads that…I love you Mommy!) Then she started to hug me, I was all WET. This was serious. I was flabbergasted. I could never purpose to make my mom to worry. (The Change or not) I didn’t really know this guy but I thought I should give him the benefit of a doubt. I mean all of his neighbors were older with grown children. To them someone having people over once a week for band practice could very well equal drug dealer. I could see how that could happen. Chris had told me he didn’t get along with many of the neighbors because the band was loud sometimes. Has been the talk at many association meetings since his wife left five years earlier. He was still working on sound proofing, to comply. He always tried to be polite, but his “reasonable hour” of 10:00 p.m. was very different from the neighbors thoughts of a “reasonable hour” being eight o’clock. This is Suburbia we’re talking about here. What do they know. I just told mom that I would take heed to what she had said but would scope things out myself before making any final decision about it. I was after all a big girl. I promised her I wouldn’t go there tonight as planned, just because she was so concerned. But it was weird. Sucked too, I couldn’t go anywhere with out someone I know seeing me. Sheesh! So later that evening I was packing everything up, cleaning up. It was a pretty good day. Everyone had left except my ex husband, his niece and nephew. My ex starts to act like he is going to make himself at home. He had been drinking. I tell him he needs to leave. He starts to badger me as he would do. “Whaa’ you gotta go to your boooyyyfriends” in a mocking voice. In the past I could say “no dumb a** just leave”, but must have stammered this time because I’m not a very good liar. My ex starts to question, question, and question me. Usually it was accusations, this time he must have been on to something different, his voice was more panic instead of mean. (Mean Example: I know you’re f*ckin’ somebody, you’re nothing but a stupid whhore, you just wanna go get some dick that’s why you left me you f*cking b*tch…you get the idea, right? Funny how he always thought I left to be with someone else…it certainly couldn’t be ANYTHING he did wrong) I say it’s none of his business bla bla bla and start to walk into the other room. When all of a sudden (no it’s not what you think) I hear him pushing buttons on my phone, it was wall mounted and made a thump sound on the wall when you check the CALLER I.D. The B*stard was in MY kitchen checking my callers. It was too late…he had already scrolled to Chris’ number and is saying “Oh well who’s this” bla bla bla he starts carrying on, he blocks me into the kitchen, he starts to scare me. I tell him to leave, NOW! He is not taking the kids with him, he has been drinking. That sort of thing. I threaten to call the police and he knows I will after all of the restraining orders we went through during our divorce. He leaves. But not before threatening me “one day I’m gonna kill you, you stupid b*tch” O.k that was all I needed. I called Chris and ask if we can come there, for a little while. I just wasn’t sure of what my ex would do. I wait awhile, then I leave. You might be wondering why I would go there, well because my ex didn’t know where he lived and I would be safe and the kids wouldn’t be subjected to a big scene. His niece and nephew were used to this from their own parents, it sadly didn’t even phase them. My son…he didn’t care, I think he played the whole time. What about the warning my mom had given me. Well I figured the friend that set us up had known him for several years, that had to count for something. In fact her boyfriend played guitar in his band. If nothing else I had that to rely on, I felt safe. I valued her judgment. Once we got there he wanted us to stay because of how my ex was acting. I talked to him about what my mom had said, he laughed and said no he wasn’t a drug dealer. He could see the neighbors thinking that with the band coming every week that they must be druggies. He was really interested in which one had said that. You know, you never know anyone, but this guy didn’t seem the drug dealer type. I’ve been around a few in my life and he just wasn’t it. I wasn’t getting that vibe off of him. So the kids and I made a pallet on the floor and crashed out. Feeling safe. The next morning all four of my tires were flat. He had come over and left the air out. Thank God they weren’t sliced. It was a pain for Chris to go to his work get an air compressor and bring it back to air them up, but at least it was fixable. How did he find me? He’s stalking me again. I was blazing mad! I was going to have to get yet another restraining order to keep this stupid f*ck away from me. I was also scared. I can’t believe he would go this far. Chris noticed that some things had been stolen off of his back porch. One of the things being a pair of shoe’s. Chris was furious. He wanted to kick my ex’s a*s for harassing me, messing with him and being a pain to society in general. I had every intention of going down first thing Monday and filing for another restraining order. But in the mean time I was really scared, I knew my ex would take my meeting someone new bad…but this? So I stayed another night, with my son (I slept in a twin bed with my little boy cuz he was in a strange place) We woke up Monday morning and his truck was leaning. Yup, one of the tires was flat. This one had been slashed. I felt so bad, like I had brought this on him with my idiot ex-husband. I wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t want me around. But he was so caring and secure. He wanted me to be safe. It brought us closer together. I went into the prosecutors office later that day to find that since it had happened in another county I couldn’t press charges in the county where I live…where I had all of my previous records. Not to mention not having a witness. I could get a restraining order to keep him away from me. But Chris would have to get one in HIS County to keep him away from him and his house. He didn’t want to go through that. His thoughts were if he comes in my house, I’ll shoot him. If he hurts you, I’ll kill him. That was that. (Men?) I went ahead and filed for an emergency restraining order but had to wait until the next day for the judge to sign off on it. It could be good for up to one month. My mom had left messages, wanting me to call her, she had talked to my aunt again and she was worried. I put calling her off. I just didn’t want to hear it after the ordeal we had been through. That night, at my own house. I called my ex and went off! Who the f*ck did he think he was…yackity schmackity…I mean I went off. My ex, for once was calm. He usually had nothing but sh*t oozing out of his mouth. Instead in a believably eerie voice “Elaine, I swear to you on everything I believe in, I didn’t do this” That might be true, but I think he had something to do with it. My ex had met a buddy in jail almost a year ago and this jerk came to my house (this is while he was in jail on criminal confinement and some other charge for three months…he had broke the restraining order and went to jail and was mad). The guy didn’t like dumb b*itches like me and he came over to my house and messed with my car (the reason I was driving moms). My ex later admitted, well sort of, he hinted around about it. Almost proud that he could get to me indirectly like that. He had nothing to do with it, he was in jail after all, he mocked. The guy wanted to get even with me FOR HIM himself. So…I was thinking he had sent one of his maniac friends over again.(you can talk a crack head into doing just about anything) I decided it just wasn’t worth trying to get him to own up to it. A couple of days later I was at Chris’ house again, this time just for a few hours (he made me dinner, wasn’t that sweet) and I was going to leave by 9:00 p.m. I went out to my car. It had been broken in to. The doors were wide open, the glove box sifted through and the hood popped open. This was at Chris’ house. As I said before, nothing I can do about it. It’s almost like my ex knew this. Chris had to get a restraining order to keep him away, and he wasn’t going to do that…wasn’t manly. You see, shooting him if he comes in was. Later that night my ex had nerve to call Chris and talk to him. Ask why he doesn’t leave me alone. We were getting along fine until he came along, we were even talking about getting back together. How we had just had sex the week before. He then tried like a moron to tell Chris that I had slept with a black guy…(we still laugh about that one, like that would matter). They got into an argument and started to threaten each other. My ex starts some crazy talk mumbling about killing Chris and a trash can…I don’t know that part didn’t make sense, But some nerve huh? He’s got some balls! The next morning…Chris awoke to a note on his windshield that read YOU’RE ALL DEAD. The stupid F*ck had cut out the letters from a magazine, to keep his identity a secret you would think…NO, the dumb a*s signs his name to it. In the same cut out letters. What a dumb piece of sh*t! Chris called the police and file a report then. After last nights call. This was getting creepy. I was so afraid he was going to kill Chris. (I think Chris started to get scared too) Here is the twist The next day My mom called again. She really needed to talk to me. She wanted me to bring Chris over too. She can’t tell me why but I had to come over. We arranged it for later that night. When we got there mom says she need to talk to us. She wasn’t completely honest with me when she said that my aunt had seen me at Chris house. She proceeds to tell us that she got a phone call nearly two weeks ago, just after Chris and I met from a woman who was a detective for the Indianapolis Police Department. They were doing an investigation on Chris and she asked Mom not to “blow her cover” but she wanted to warn mom so that I didn’t get caught up in the “TAKE DOWN” or whatever. Anyway, mom questioned how she got her number and she said she had run my license plate and this was the address of record leading her to this phone number. So this detective had called twice the first week. Once to get information and tell mom what information they had on me to show that she was legitimate. She had my name, my address, my son’s name. My car (obviously). She then started questioning mom and telling her how important it was that I wasn’t at Chris’ house on that up coming Saturday (the day of the party). I could get hurt, even killed. She told mom to do what ever it took to keep me and my son from there. My poor mother worried about me and lost sleep thinking about it. When nothing happened that Saturday night…no “TAKE DOWN” mom wondered why. The detective called back the following Tuesday telling mom that they had to back off because I was there after all and they had to call of the deal. It had cost the department a lot of money. Mom mentioned to her how sad it was for me to hook up with yet another loser after my ex was such a jerk. The following night the detective called again, later in the evening, this time not sounding quite herself. She actually sounded quite drunk. Mom began to wonder, what the hell is going on here. She started to wonder who this was calling and if it wasn’t Chris’ ex wife, an ex girlfriend or an angry neighbor. So that’s is where the meeting with all of us came in to play. Mom told us everything she knew. We couldn’t think who this could be. Then mom pulled out notes she had taken (she’s so cute) and a number that showed on caller I.D. one time, because most of the time the detective called from a private number. Chris looks at the paper. “It’s Carolyn, that’s her cel phone” His ex girl friend. They had just broke up three weeks before we met but were still talking, she was still trying to get back together. When I came into the picture she must have freaked out. Went on a binge of Chocolate, Kaluha & Milk, and a couple of drama filled Lifetime Movie's and put this little scheme together. We started thinking back and putting the puzzle together. I mean what is the likely hood that we would have not one, but two stalkers at once? Then like little detectives we put it together it went a little something like this. I mean this dumb b*tch has been watchin’ one too many drama movies, O.K. Chris and I met on a Friday. I went to his house Saturday to sit in on band practice. He had spoke to her earlier that day and since he acted like he didn’t want to talk to her she knew he had met someone. Carolyn noticed the different car went she drove by and got into my car and stole my insurance car with my moms info on it. I remembered that the glove box was open but thought it had just fell open, it was an older car. Sunday Carolyn calls Chris wanted to get together, he tells her he met someone he is interested in and didn’t think it was a good idea. He was very nice about it. Over the next few days Carolyn worked up a plan. Found my address from some other stuff in the car and drove by a few times. (After the fact I remembered seeing her car, but didn’t think anything about it) She first calls Chris asks if she can come by Saturday late afternoon to pick up her stuff, he tells her it can’t be too late because I was coming over. She was all cool with it said that she was over it and she understood, bla bla bla. She then called my Mother. Posing to be a detective. Gives mom the whole detective bit. Tells mom how important it is that I don’t go over there on Saturday giving mom the “your daughter could be killed bit” which brought up the conversation at the party. When I went to Chris’ house anyway due to the unusual circumstance with my ex husband. She came by and let the air out of my tires. NOT my ex-husband as we had thought. He was too drunk to do anything so creative anyway. She also would then be the person who stole the stuff from the porch and the strangest of all…his old grass cutting shoes? We still don’t know about that, unless she had some bigger plan laid out? That would also mean the next night she was the one who slit Chris’ tire. Broke into my car. Then cut out the magazine letters and signed my ex’s name to it. Hoping to run me off, thinking Chris would tire of my ex. How did she know his name? My mom dropped the name out when she said it was sad that I had to hook up with another loser when ______ her ex husband had been such an idiot. Funny that I thought he was that stupid, to sign his name too it. But hey drugs do a lot to the mind?? Ya never know. It could happen. Oh and about my ex calling Chris…that was just dumb luck for Carolyn. Imagine the opportunity she had here, all of this would have been pinned on my ex. No doubt, all fingers pointed to him. So, I freaked out. This was like fatal attraction. What if she knows where our kids are, or picks them up from school (ok so I watch too much T.V. too, but look at all she had done so far) or kills them or, or , or….I went the next day and got a restraining order, explained the whole ordeal to them to try and get my ex’s restraining order cancelled. It was very difficult to not look like I was paranoid myself. I then filed a police report and did what ever I could to try and press charges for the stalking. Chris made a single phone call to her. “Uh…detective Johnston,(that is what she called herself) this is Chris, you can quit with the phone calls, we’re on to you” That was that. She never called again. So you must be thinking this was some kid he dated, right? Some immature 20 year old b*tch who couldn’t handle a break up. Wrong my friend. Shame on you for assuming that these actions only belong to the young. She was 36, college educated, divorced, wealthy, worked for one of the largest pharmaceutical companies in the world as an executive assistant to one of the top dogs. She had a 17 year old child, a beautiful home in one of the second nicest areas in town, she had a life. She also was a freak. She fell in freakish love with someone nearly 8 years younger than her, in less than six months, who was using her for her money. I didn’t end up pressing charges, because in the end we got what we wanted, for her to leave us alone. But I have to admit there was a sense of satisfaction when the officers told me they would be serving her the restraining order at her job! (it’s easier to track someone to their job during business hours) Ha Ha you dumb b*tch! So every one at her job knew she was stalking someone. It’s a secure building too, so the officers would have to go to the front gate, flash a badge, state the reason for their visit and who they wanted to see. Once inside they would have to go through this again at the front desk. Then call human resources to find out where in this huge 13 building complex she was. Then serve her, in person. Ha F*cking Ha! After that whole ordeal was up, not one of Chris’ friends have heard from her again. Neither have we. That was almost Six years ago. Chris and I are still together. We are engaged. He is my super man, I Love him very much. We had some commitment issues for awhile. It was a rough start, but like I said I feel it brought us closer. Sorry for the long story. That is my idiot story. Check out the following who are also participating in the Write off: tombarnes ~ ned1 ~ misc_el ~ Ghettofabchick ~ gaelkm ~ Bounty628 ~ fuche_bu ~ Penguinlady ~ fountain-head ~ PacManY2J ~ frostiepekkle ~ Thorbjore ~ dedemw ~ Guile176 ~ small_batch ~ Lorace ~ pambo ~ youngchinq ~ jenb123 ~ Ginzo ~ granniemose ~ atchesonate ~ Beerbrain ~ italiandude707 ~ age6racer ~ stockholder ~  |
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