...wanted to know about me right here... IN THIS THREAD....
Seems I have been slipping up with my alt account. I forgot who I was. So as it is easier to be me than someone else and since my lawyer has said ok... here you go on the trials and insanity of why I haven't been around, that you knew......
Well, it sucks to be you guys today. Iím fixing to give you more information than you have ever wanted to know about me. Might explain a whole lot of why I am the bitch I am todayÖ..
First off, just a touch of background. http://www.naplesnews.com/news/2003/may/31/suspected-serial-killers-trial-begins-today-collie/
Yeah, it wasnít a pretty time in my life. This is, thank god, one of only two articles still floating around out there that has my name in it. The articles with the kidís names are finally lost in cyberspace.
So life was crazy. I was paying off the husbandís debts trying to keep the crack dealing mother fuckers from hurting my kids. I had finally gotten my shit into something resembling a life and thenÖ..
They let the fucker go. Yeah, the decision came over one day and he walked out of prison a free man the next.
Victimís Assistance put us (me and the kids) in the local shelter. When my sister-in-law tried to get my kids out of school a couple of days after their dad's release, we had to pull them out.
That was when we were moved up north. We went into the system. Lived in this shelter and that shelter. I basically homeschooled the kids for the rest of that year while we bounced around finally landing here in St. Louis and a ďtransitionalĒ program.
For the first two years up here, we were terrified to say anything to anyone. I had been told the next step if their dad found us was identity change and I would lose all contact with my family. So I made no friends, the kids tried but it was difficult since the wrong slip and someone would Google one of the kids or me and Iíd end up putting them in yet another school.
The program we were put into was a very badly run program. The damage to the kids and I both mentally and emotionally is something we are still working on.
Then their dad started trying to contact us. He was sending letters to my dad who would in turn send everything to us here in St. Louis. This worked really well until Dad died. A letter sent, not forwarded, then returned and we were found. Our only option with Victimís Assistance was to be moved to another state and put into another program. Or I could stand my ground.
So I stood. (Thanks Roger!!!) I filed for divorce. It has gotten really really ugly. A stupid reference on my fucking facebook page gave him this place. Then he started harassing me about everything I said or did here at PD, facebook. Tried the sheís a witch I deserve custody trick, oh she admits to smoking weed online and so on.
Then came the day. I had a court appearance for a restraining order. While I was in court, he was in St. Louis trying to get my kids from their school. That same day the PI we had out in California said he hadnít left the house since the Friday before. But he wasnít in his house in California, he was in fucking St. Louis trying to get my fucking kids out of their school. The judge denied the restraining order because he was no danger to me in California (fucking PI). He didnít get the kids but he managed to piss me off royally. It was a couple of days after that when the shit completely hit the fan and I had to start an account here at PD their dad wouldnít know was me.
Now in the course of all of this shit 2006 to current, both of my parents have died, and I had the summer from hell. Iím not going to drag anyone into the whole insanity. My blog http://kharaschaos.blogdrive.com/
is open to the public now.
So why, you ask, am I just now posting all of this? Could it be my divorce is final after all this time? No it isnít. But the lawyers met yesterday over the separation, custody, child support and legal fee agreement and as long as I donít tell any lies about the kidís dad, there is nothing I post here he can use against me. I go to court Monday to finalize this so the divorce can progress. There are too many people along with the court system who know where I am now that he canít kill me. So Iíve gotten another piece of my life back.
The funny part is, Iíve been here all along. Posting, trying to play, being the same person Iíve always been, just new. Iíve had my ass handed to me more than once and Iíve realized a lot about people I thought I knew better.
Be that as it may, Iím fucking back. Like me, hate me, or just donít give a flying fuck, itís all good. Iím back and Iím me again.