been looking at Greece and Syria, not to mention Africa, Mexico, and Iran. I apoligize for those who do not try to do unto others as they want others to do unto them. If I keep trying with my own neighbor, maybe it will spread to Greece and Syria
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ABUSE =
So how’s it work’in for ya…..the abuse thing. It doesn’t matter you aren’t legally married anymore, does it Tom….you can’t stand the idea of losing……not losing Marty, just losing…..You zero
You hit her, you yelled at her, you scared her, you lied to her, you took her share of the life savings and squandered it. You zero.
You threw her and your daughter out into the night, almost weekly, with no place to go, just because you were mad. Thank goodness Boulder City is near Las Vegas and Henderson cause there are hotels where mother and grown daughter could find a safe place to stay.You zero.
When Marty went to be with her dying mother, you would call her cell every night to say you were going to kill yourself, in the desert, if she didn’t fly back . How do I know, I listened to your raving on the phone. You zero.
She finally called the police, because of the abuse. The authorities were going to put you under surveillance, while Marty could file a report….She declined because she didn’t want you to lose your job making $250,000 annually, and therefore, possibly losing what livelihood there was left. You zero
Marty finally went to Family Court and a Restraining Order was issued…..( the judge had no problem making the decision after reading the info she provided.) And then suddenly it was, ‘poor Tom’ the pitiful misunderstood husband. Marty continued to think that the separation could be done amicably, by keeping him from being embarrassed in the Boulder City neighborhood they lived in.The order was done quietly and no one knew. You left and went to suck off the friendship of local people, who had no idea you was abusing your family and not even working.
You moved to Reno and rented a high-end apartment. You said you were going to be near your daughter who lived in Carson City. (She was only there for a few months) You even told the prospective landlord you were renting the apartment for you and Marty, and it was going to be a surprise for her, when she came north! Isn’t that special!y You didn’t have a job and had just finished blowing hundreds of thousands of dollars of their retirement nest egg. Who was to know….except maybe now. Come to think of it, you did exactly the same thing to your current landlord in Las Vegas….You used recent income tax records to show your income, however, you weren’t working and were separated. ( I know that Nevada law states each spouse is entitled to half of the pie) My point is you weren’t working, it was never mentioned, and it was presented as though there was good income to pay for the apartment. You zero!
In the past you had been the one to boast about having one million dollars….you lived higher than necessary, just to show off, and when the family objected to the excessive spending, you made fun of them, remarking that they didn’t know how to enjoy money. You zero.
Judge Sullivan first heard the case…..and he was good…he was also interested in listening and not being biased. What a shame when Judge Sullivan was sent to a Juvenile Courtroom and Judge Elliot was drawn. That was when the bias began….One can look at the court records, and see how the judge has ruled in events concerning this divorce. The examination of these lengthy and bias proceedings show that Judge Elliot serves with an incomplete understanding of what abuse is and how it works. I am sorry for anyone who has her for any kind of family court .
Your attorney presented you as the one who was abused…..explaining that you were the loving husband who had held the family together, while Marty was the one with mental ailments. Your attorney stated you urged her to seek help and was continuing to keep the home together when she filed the restraining order. Judge Elliot went right along with the idea, never checking your past abusive ways concerning your wife, daughter, family, and friends. Twenty plus people had signed on to come to court on behalf of Marty, to share with the judge, exactly what kind of beast you actually are. Oh, not necessary, it was decided, no police report, so no abuse.
What will become of it all Tom…..you continue to harass, to needle, to ‘not follow thru’ concerning the judge’s orders. What you fail to understand is that we are free of you….our family is free. Marty and Andrea are free.
You think you can continue to cause her pain…you are a hangnail, not a wound. You have no core family. You have no contact with your family,and now they will know, they were right in staying away.
It’s over Tom…..give it up. You lose……You zero
NEWS FLASH–(NOT) PAY AND PLAY, RIGHT HERMAN
Sorry Herman, you must be getting too close to being a frontrunner. Time to call in the ‘dirt’ squad. Never mind if it is true or false….dirt can cause one to disapapear…..and that’s what the squad wants. more later on today
ABUSED…….HERE AND THERE
Remember we’ve talked about abuse in a few blogs prior to today? Well, we did.
Anyhow, I see that in Kansas they don’t have enough time to take on the physical abuse of women for awhile….seems they just don’t have the money, or whatever.
My sister was physically and mentally abused for 20+ years……I have written about it but never published because they are ending up a nasty divorce and I do not want to provoke anything. HOwever, in the next few weeks (into November) I will rethink, check on the status of the ‘leftovers’ in the divorce and I will write it for you to read and digest.
Be informed that my sister is no slouch…..she’s is not one of those poor, put down, and mentally impoverished women you think of as being ‘an abused wife’.
I say she ‘IS’ not but she was….and in such a subtle way. To meet her in public, to visit with her during dinner, to see her in action in a busy ER in a large city, saving, saving, saving…..you would never, I say, NEVER know. But when the day ended, and her work complete, she would go home broken, tearful, and terribly afraid of what was ahead for the evening.
There are nights when she and my niece would find themselves out on the street, having to, yet again, find a hotel. There were nights when, after working 12 hours, she would be up til 4AM being screamed and yelled at…..a tactic often used by abusive men to help ‘their women’ understand that if they would just ‘do this’ or ‘do that’, the men would not lose their tempers.
There were nights when physical threats turned into the real thing….. and my grown niece was there to watch.
So when states seem to have problems covering phone calls from abused women, I take a stand, both in anger, and in the hope they acknowledge their ignorance of the terrors of life.
As one can see by the terrible crime in Seal Beach, Ca. even a restraining order does nothing to keep a women safe. Shame on those who seem to overlook lives coming so close to death. Just one phone call may keep them alive…..or if the abuser knows, can kill them.
WAKE-UP! There may be only minutes left for woman who desperately needs the siren to come down her street. She is counting on her one chance….her phone call that may open the door to a more peaceful existance……The 911 call…the call to a friend or neighbor can be occurring at this moment.
PLEASE DON’T FORGET HER……. later, with love
ever been abused #1
this will be an ongoing discussion of abuse…..all different kinds. It is hidden behind many doors, and pierces families all over the world. It may come from a family member, a work associate, a total stranger, a neighbor, a boss, from the ones you love the most, and from the ones you hate the most.
It is an experience that may or may not last a lifetime, even tho you experienced it for just a few seconds. It can drag you down, or re-birth you into a new life of freedom. All of these statements are of different strengths…..because all of us have different strengths. And, even more, our strengths and weaknesses, become dominant and then wane, according to our age, our circumstances, our dreams, our failures, our money, our kids, our loves, and our friends.
Abuse doesn’t necessarily have to be being hit, or yelled at. If you are just emerging in life, regardless of years, being chosen last to play a game, or be on a committee, can hurt. It may last for day, or for years and may be hidden in your memories until someone relive their time of feeling like they ‘were not good enough’.
What a shame we are so ‘open’ to these kinds of situations…..what a bigger shame we are not ‘open’ to being a ‘part’ of making this all happen. I know it is a two-way street, and I will try to talk about both sides when I write. In essence, we need to understand that not all of us are the same in the way we handle good news and bad news, of being chosen last. Some will rise to the occasion….knowing they will ‘make the difference’ in the game, and because of being on the team, it will be ‘better’, ‘stronger’, and therefore more formidable. No one denies that could be the case. Some will hold the ‘chip’ of being chosen last and carry it proudly with all the other ‘chips’ they collect. They might be the bully or the angry quiet one, who just are lost as how to handle the situation. Some, on the other hand, will quietly, with grain of salt, and with few comments, take their place among the players and live in dread of their inability to be or help the team surge to victory.
It is those sweet people I think of…..It is an overlooked and underestimated value ………it is ‘THE STRENGTH TO CARRY ON’. Oh, we all have it from time to time, but when abuse is pounding on your soul, it is the INNER STRENGTH that helps you to live, even to exist, until you can find your peaceful place.
So look around you……strangers, friends, family, neighbors, kittens, puppies, and your parents. How do they take always being last…..how do you take always been last. Pet your kittens and puppies. Smile at your neighbors, your friends, and total strangers, and be aware that we all have ‘boo-boos’. Some heal in a day, some never. Don’t be the one who cause the pain, be the one who helps heal the pain. You will rejoice and so will they.
later
9-11 beginning or end
I was staying in a small hotel in Texas on 9-11…having never been to NYC size, volume, and address wasn’t something I knew, like I knew Los Angeles, or San Diego, or Indianapolis, or Louisville, etc. And yet, I knew life was changing, for me and for every living person on this planet. Happy kisses goodbye and pats on toddler’s heads, usually a ‘sweet’ habit, became a piece of history to relive for comfort. Answering machines and phones, held moments worth more than gold itself. The smell of bedclothes, the special tie, the favorite box of cereal, became monuments. Family pictures, clothes in the laundry, drawings on the fridge, and the church meeting notice, became items on the alter of rememberance.
Oh how my heart ached for those living and dying. Oh how I admired the courage, the calmness, and the action, to continue the belief of dedication to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
And now today, on 9-10 we begin to gather to salute our fallen heros….those who were not in the battle of dying that morning, but who arose to live and love in this country called America. They live on in my mind as soldiers of freedom, their forfeiture of life, the ultimate gift to each of us. They stood tall, side by side, managers, firefighters, typists, associates, drivers, police, receptionists, tourists, secretaries, cooks, and even the unborn. They lived in died in and for freedom, and it is up to us to carry on in their footsteps.
numb—not dumb
visited the ever-so friendly dentist this morning. A 1995 crown couldn’t stand the strain anymore and so it left me about 6 months ago. Now I was in Florida at the time and since it didn’t hurt, I didn’t care. Lady Luck smiled upon me and so I spent the past months not even thinking about a dent in my mouth. Well, knowing that she (Lady Luck) was probably being spread thin with the Libya, and 5.9 earthquake this morning, I decided it was a good time to ‘get er done’.
Okay, now I knew it wasn’t going to be a party, however, with todays stuff, it wasn’t going to be too painful either, just bothersome in my so-so busy life of retirement. Surprise! Surprise!, not only did they fix me up in 2 hours, they really fixed me up……I walked out with a new crown…..done, finished, no come back, complete!!! I was and am still impressed!
The joke is usually on me and it was today too, cause the office told me they had been doing this for about 5 years! However, I didn’t feel too dumb because I had not ‘needed’ this for the past five years and do not regularly read dental magazines.
So here I am….numb but not dumb….waiting for itching and tingly to start so I can get back to normal without biting myself. (My pocket book is a little lighter too, however, I am a happy girl)
seriouslyscorpio 