Waking up every day with these three criminals screeching at you is a kind of harping that nobody understands better than me.
I know when I wake up that Christian's first order of business is to keep me from telling you what Laurie is like. It's like plugging your brain into a wheel that a hamster is running on. Round and round, over and over I get to hear about all of the horrible things that Laurie and her brother did to me, how happy it makes them and how the police wanted her to do this for them.
Over and over again it is a daily challenge to try to get up enough energy just to type a few blog posts so that you all know that she's still at it...harping on what I've taken back from her. She's not very easy to deal with when she is like this so I just tolerate it rather than get mad. She wants me angry, furious and violent...I'm not. I refuse to take it there.
Getting up and out of bed is a daily challenge. I use to go to the gym but that was another exercise in Laurie stalking my friends from the gym. My body is willing it's my mind that gets tired...so there's where she will focus....she thinks that there is no way to prove what a bitch she act likes, but people have seen her act this way for decades. Nag, nag, nag until a person does what she forces them to do. That's why the police in Palm Springs had so many gay men to choose from. She would sit at home and play with herself and drugs until she could nag someone into committing a crime for her. She is definitely crazy if she thinks that I am going to do something like that.
This part of her character is one of the aspects that make people hate her...but it is something that has to be proven. She has to be shown as a constant harassing nagging bitch that bargains for your mind space by threatening you with the police.
I've been there many times and refused her advances, this is one of the reasons that she hates men. We're stronger than she is...we refuse whereas other women feel sorry for her...I won't budge. So I sleep, I am well rested and fed and I have a roof over my head that she can't take, so I am the one that has to tell you regardless of how hard it is.
