So two weeks ago I got upset because I felt like even though I have worked my ass off for the families of the victims of this crime that I haven't received any kind of support from any of them. I asked for some kind of showing of support...you know what I got? Less hits than ever. That's not exactly what I was going for.
It's a crazy thing with this investigation that I am, by far, the longest harassed and stalked victim of this crime. The fact of the matter is that this stalking actually started in high school for me...then two years in college I was free from this girl...then I went to Palm Springs and was knocked out and implanted...and I have been stalked by her ever since.
Tonight I am writing this on a laptop that is barely running held together with scotch tape and a paperclip hoping to get this post across. This job is thankless. Saving my friends from a person that I can't even get rid of is a nightmare. Laurie thinks that she has some kind of ownership of me and I fucking hate that. Do you know that I haven't had a single friend to talk to in over four years....not one. Every single person that I am friends with gets contacted by Laurie or my team takes away from me. I get this nagging feeling that my team has not done for Christopher and his mother what I expressly told them to do. This was non-negotiable. Either someone from my legal team contacts him or his mother or this investigation is seriously going to go in a totally different direction.
Christian and Brian pretend to be Christopher and say all this mushy bullshit, but I am prepared for the worst. I know in the end that I am going to have to find Christopher and pray that he isn't on drugs or lying in a grave somewhere because our crack legal team didn't understand that when you are my boyfriend you have a great big humongous target on your forehead. Laurie thinks it's funny to hurt the people that I love...consequently I think it is sad that she hurts everyone that loves her. She's a petty, small minded, loser of a woman that snitches on every single person that I know whether they are involved in a crime or not.
What I don't think is funny anymore is the lengthy casualty list that Laurie thinks of as her own personal success story. Sure now she thinks that I am mean to her...but for twenty years prior to all of this I never even gave her a second thought. I never ever thought about this woman....and she sent someone out to kill me. That's how lopsided this is.
I am ALWAYS AT THE BOTTOM OF MY TEAM'S LIST. I rank right near the very bottom when it comes to help and I help everyone.
There are many other ways to end this crime...especially with the information that I have right now...I know that if pressed, that Anthony and Jonathan will have to come forward to save their own asses...and family....so what I don't understand is why they are putting me in a position to have to do this. I am a person. I have my own needs to. I don't have anyone that I can talk to at all because of my legal team and they simply don't give a fuck. Of course, Laurie wants me to head straight to Palm Springs...to do drugs and party so that she can hurt someone else, but I refuse. I am sober and will continue to be that way.
I almost wish someone would hire me a friend just to talk to that wouldn't try to steal from me or hit me.
Isn't that sad. Thank you Sgt. Anderson, I hope someday, you too know what it's like to have not one single friend that will listen to you because of Laurie.
Besides threatening my sister and her kids, Laurie then moved on to my very best friend telling him some kind of lie then forcing him to confront me with another lie...then she moved on to two of her cousins...and has effectively made me into a sort of hermit. The only thing that really matters here is how little respect I get from everyone for a job that I never wanted. Do you want to be known as the guy that "hears voices" in his head and tells people about it? I know I don't.
I get such little respect from the families of these victim/friends that they can't even tell me that their son is alive or dead. Instead they would rather put up with mailings from Laurie that tell me all about Jonathan's funeral services, a "kiss off" letter from Christopher's mom right before Laurie threw him in jail, and not even a returned phone call from Jeffrey Katzenberg for his stolen movies that I found and saved for him. I'm talking nothing...not one thing. I get more respect from my cat when he isn't hungry.
Don't get me wrong, I have lots of friends, but the choice is, do I want to bring them around me when Laurie will do anything to get into their pants or die trying???
In return for her absolute clitoral climax at the thought of ruining my friendships, Christian, Leah and Brian pledge their undying love for Laurie in a way that reminds me of David Koresh. Hanging on her every word like she is some kind of tweeked out messiah. I assure you that thirty years of this is more than enough for a person to despise this woman and yet, I pity her. She's just the lowest form of human being that I know next to the lawyers that we are working with....down right sad.
All I asked is that they consider me...they don't...instead every day gets worse and worse while they figure out how to help the criminals continue their crime. I thought they would stop it...they've drug it out forever...and they don't do anything that I ask.
Besides threatening my sister and her kids, Laurie then moved on to my very best friend telling him some kind of lie then forcing him to confront me with another lie...then she moved on to two of her cousins...and has effectively made me into a sort of hermit. The only thing that really matters here is how little respect I get from everyone for a job that I never wanted. Do you want to be known as the guy that "hears voices" in his head and tells people about it? I know I don't.
I get such little respect from the families of these victim/friends that they can't even tell me that their son is alive or dead. Instead they would rather put up with mailings from Laurie that tell me all about Jonathan's funeral services, a "kiss off" letter from Christopher's mom right before Laurie threw him in jail, and not even a returned phone call from Jeffrey Katzenberg for his stolen movies that I found and saved for him. I'm talking nothing...not one thing. I get more respect from my cat when he isn't hungry.
Don't get me wrong, I have lots of friends, but the choice is, do I want to bring them around me when Laurie will do anything to get into their pants or die trying???
In return for her absolute clitoral climax at the thought of ruining my friendships, Christian, Leah and Brian pledge their undying love for Laurie in a way that reminds me of David Koresh. Hanging on her every word like she is some kind of tweeked out messiah. I assure you that thirty years of this is more than enough for a person to despise this woman and yet, I pity her. She's just the lowest form of human being that I know next to the lawyers that we are working with....down right sad.
All I asked is that they consider me...they don't...instead every day gets worse and worse while they figure out how to help the criminals continue their crime. I thought they would stop it...they've drug it out forever...and they don't do anything that I ask.
