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Shall we talk a little bit about the Catholic part in all this? It started with those Catholics that don’t go to church or pray at the dinner table. In fact, were pretty much only raised or had been christened at birth. With not much other connection. Most were in rebellion if you ask me.
When the call came wanting to talk to me. I was not tolerant at all. Told them to talk to my daughter, that I was not Catholic and hung up. The person who made the accusation (call) told me. Oh yes, they were once involved in my life and then something about her children, frustration and school. With a picture of the Pope staring at her while I asked for my affidavit. She was really only hoping I would talk about details. She also revealed she was only concerned with the yelling and swearing and that it was wrong. As though I talked about my business with her on any occasion. Easy to see now, difficult when in the thick of it.
I don’t care that her reach extended far and wide. Family, friends, people in the neighborhood or the Army. That she started allowing Catholic C.A.S. students to rent a room in her house after the abduction. Both my grandparents were in the Military and nothing like her. She used that clout for something she never was. In control of my life. She acted superior, wanting my children to only have her pages of events in my browser for a school project on wars, one example of my hacked browser. She wanted to boast. Nothing a true Veteran would stoop to. I care less that her previous husband blew his head off. Most likely she was the cause. Lesser still, that when my kids were gone. She had a loud Mother’s Day party that never happened before or after. I guess it was to rub in in? Too bad, I expressed my hatred of these wanna be, self righteous Christians. It’s more your problem if I offended any of you in little glass houses.
I know that their agency had no rights to speak to my daughter legally. Made and executed a plan to begin weekly visits, collaborating with the Toronto District School Board and can be dealt with in a court of law. That they decided to get a bunch together and protest abortion to a place they knew I would be going. Taking up the sidewalk with a bunch of signs. Having cars honk because I had one in my life. A protest which mind you was not in the vicinity of any clinic at all and were mostly kids.
Bothering me doesn’t suffice when kids gathered around us to express their anger over my children returning. Even showed up to a Santa Claus Parade just to knock pizza out of our hands. That the agency was called twice in the past about my children. That my mom took me there as a child on two occasions. Started by a kindergarten teacher Mrs. Mathews. We were never Catholic. That the grade five’s teacher’s husband, coaching Little League Baseball. Told his team to purposefully hit my son over and over again. Proven when asking my ex to go over and confirm my thoughts. He did and witnessed the coach doing so. Nothing that resulted in the punishment he should have gotten for it or that appeases my anger at them both.
What was concerning is the ones actually in my life were either pretend victims (there’s certain steps to being a healthy survivor) or perpetrators still in action of sexual abuse.
It was common knowledge about the stepdad upstairs and their mentally challenged daughter. She (the daughter) told everyone who would listen. I witnessed it both at the Legion and in the backyard. When moving in; it was her husband ruined the plans of their Down Syndrome daughter living in the apartment we were about to rent. Next the daughter while casually talking to me in the backyard reported the abuse. I told her mother and was told, oh don’t worry about it and to ignore it. She says that to everyone. Then we’re at the legion and the daughter again brings this up. Where she was told by both her mother and the lesbian side kick. Not to discuss it here and was hushed up. Again, stating she says it everywhere.
When I was finally witness to this. I brought the loud noises of the furniture upstairs to the attention of my ex. He did not seem to care in the slightest. After it was over, I went outside to find her stepdad kneeling in the sand box. Playing with her and asking her what else she would like to do. The daughter clearly uncomfortable. I had heard the noises everyone knows is sex. I believe they were in the living room on the couch. It was right above my head. I told this to the mother and was again hit with a face full of anger as she was coming in from work. Her stating her daughter knows not to come here when she’s not home. She made her weekly come to get money. Can you believe that? She also said her daughter goes through her money too fast and drinks it away. She had to speak to all the stores she went to about letting her purchase things. Not letting her child’s (under the law’s definition) sibling take care of her finances (who offered to and wanted to) because she was a control freak.
Now tell me this is a woman who had the ability to morally judge anyone. She was even jealous of her mentally challenged daughter. In a perfectly normal healthy relationship and came between them. His family was well off and had some part in Shakespeare in the Park events. She couldn’t stand that one of her son’s was with an ex stripper or that they got married on his death bed to avoid her. She could not get her hands on his money. Boy was she pissed. I think it’s the only thing that concerned her when her son passed away from cancer.
It didn’t even phase me that she felt I was stupid and needed to try and confirm it. That my studies and classes were not something I was knowledgeable about. She had the same to say about others (tenants) and the classes they attended. All this woman did was gossip. Having me come upstairs on only one occasion asking for help with a letter she needed as the Treasurer of the Legion fixed. Wondering if the certificate of Expert Microsoft Office 95, was worth it’s weight in gold. Spreading purposely, errors all over the document. To see if it would take me hours to fix. Like it had probably took her to set up. I was done in less then 10 mins. All she had to say was how did you do that so fast. I told her I know all the short cut keys and left. These people even lagged my computer when I could type faster than the secretaries involved. She is also responsible for the book being taken and then used in all the wrong hands on psychology. She also felt taking my artwork and poetry and stopping me from having them show up on my browser to a webpage I was making. In her mind I’m guessing if she has nothing but this dirty stuff and can’t prove she writes and draws all the time. Perhaps it will go better at trial. They were also key logging and had use of mine externally. As though I would think the devil is in my computer because it was typing on it’s own and using 666.
They even made a little pact. Getting the lesbian to ask me if I would take the landlord’s grandchild to the Town Center so he could fill out paperwork to get his Social Insurance Number. Knowing ahead of time. I was going there, taking my son to watch a movie and get some shark cartilage from a health food store for my stepdad’s Rheumatoid Arthritis. I had heard it had good results in rebuilding and oiling joints. I was told there was no one who could take him. She was too busy apparently as I was getting my mail. That he wanted to start applying for work. I told them well it takes a while for it to come in anyway. Trying to avoid taking him explaining I was busy and what we were doing. She kept persisting, I gave in. I asked him if he could get back on the bus by himself first then realized it would leave him out. I felt bad knowing he knew our plans. I offered for him to come with us. I had to go back to the bank machine to take out more money. Only when the pills ended up being more then I expected and said this aloud way before getting any tickets. The one bottle was like $54.00. He told his grandparents I did this just for him, lies. Which she asked me about later confronting me on what this kid said. This was also the grandchild in question when the landlord complained about a mother not letting a child see his dad. The parent of which probably didn’t even care. They had Tom (friend of a different ex) another member of the Moral Judgment Crew run into us going to the subway. He was like, so is that your boyfriend ? Talking about a kid! I was holding my son’s hand and thought he meant my son. I gave a dirty look. Pointing out my son and my landlord’s grandkid saying who they were. He just smiled like he had some secret. They even involved children. Literally CHILDREN! No doubt talking about me in front of them and allowing them on regular AOL with no Parental Controls. One daughter photo shopped her newborn son’s penis on a male pic sent to me.
When later seeing my family. I asked my dad if the pills worked and he said they did improve his joints. I told him where he could get them from now on. I also introduced him to tiger balm.
It was petty all her yapping and concern, all bullshit. She never even wanted people in her house. She was all uptight and angry about her husband losing their full service gas station. She hated that she had to rent to anyone and projected that anger on her tenants. ALL OF THEM! I do mind she also made calls to social services which backfired in her face too.
Why be concerned that her children (Meyers), were plenty and all were on AOL ? That she thought I should meet her son. That she watched and was entertained by the commotion she caused. That she felt it was okay to eat supermarket raw ground beef or was French and turned her Canadian Flag upside down. That her friend was a lesbian and didn’t pay her rent so was kicked out. That the lesbian had a family and a brother and was obsessed with me. Watching me and my ex in the pool or her brother and I, in the backyard.
I have no words for years and years later the lesbian still wanted her family or friends chatting with me. I do have a problem with fake people with fake names and ages introducing themselves into my children’s lives to get into MINE! Not to mentioned every other person they allowed to penetrate our lives. Estranged family members of mine spreading their filth all over my existence. Started something that will never end in my mind.
I am sick about using me to place other children into care. Particularly a childhood friend’s. She actually was Catholic. I attended her communion. Who apparently got the same alligator spelling word from a fake psychological evaluation that I also participated in ( in a whole other district). I only participated in after getting my lawyers advice ( Teflon-man). Ms. Holmes playing around with the date and time of the appointment. She also did this with the address of the court once. Hoping just to have some things to say in court and an admission to drug use. In what book is that an evaluation?
I most certainly care about paying the woman rent for all the abuse. I also have a bone to pick with one Campbell (straight from C.C.A.S also connected to my daughter’s father). Who thought it would be nice to shadow me to my classes at College. She was actually taking money from the agency while on a student loan. She was straight from online with bright red text. Always say ray ray, a Jamaican slay term while explaining something. She came to the school with one of Paul’s ex’s that new him before I started living with him and his mother. She introduced her to me outside of the school she would not be attending. I seen her once before this going outside with Paul. She introduced herself as one of his ex’s. She lived in a curvy building beside his mother's building on Markham rd. She stood out then and now. Sonja Campbell was also witnessed to the browser comprise I had at home. When at the school, I went to the website I could no longer access at home that I had been working on. I showed her the website in class of my poetry page on Geocities. She spoke frequently with Enigma5072@aol.com (who I think could be Kevin from my childhood at Dawes Rd. and then again at Mortimer. Who claimed to live in the states and had a P.O. box not a zip. His handwriting back from letters seemed to be from a woman and not at all the signature mark of someone lefthanded. |They curve their entire hand and it stamps the writing. Who made comment of a room with many people on their computers as though they were his friends. When at their place there was no such lab set up (seen on webcam). If it’s who I think it is he’s Catholic with the most whimsical name I’ve ever seen. I believe this was retaliation for a slight against him as a kid. It would explain the sarcasm in our chats. He wasn’t much for feelings but when chatting with my ex partner the venom came out.
I also had it explained online in a mockery of how the computer was being used as a server even after they crashed it (one with removable drives).
My ex partner’s mother also participated in sending things from people online as them. When mailing some tokens of her travels. I asked someone who said they were from England to send me something from home. They instead were timed with the trip she was taking over Europe on someone else’s dollar. The handwriting again female. Things sent could be found at the airport.
The agency discussing myself with a law clerk teacher who became impressed with me regardless. No consent signature needed for this apparently (UM YA YOU DO). The school lost a good woman (TEACHER) that day. She explained she was only there finishing her contract, was upset with the school and did not want to share her culture with the class like in the past. Thank goodness she still did. That she would be gone when her term was up and she didn’t like being forced to teach at the moment.
Can anyone say Hate Crimes, Stalking or Harassment?