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A little bit about this best friend. Our first encounter was a trip to a bar. Where the both of them were catching up with an old friend. As soon as my ex left for the bathroom. They were bad mouthing him. Wondering why I was with him. Accused me of bad parenting because I was with him. Where the best friend did most of the talking. The silent one only nodded agreement.
The next time was at the birthday party of my ex. Where he seen me doing a couple of lines of cocaine (only once done at this party). My children were being babysat elsewhere. I finally went to go lay down. It was a while but the quiet one then followed me to the room. Pretending to want to lay down too. He then tried to stretch his arm out. I flipped out and left. I then went to our room. Which I was never in it was horrible. The whole house was actually. My ex came in the room. For the first time, in my life even he went down on me. It was horrible I hated it and stopped it. The face he made was sickening and he tried again. I again stopped him. I knew then I hated it. Never wanted it to happen again ever by anyone. So much for the lesbian in a closet theory many had.
The next encounter was at a party thrown by the quiet one. I was angry with my ex and complained at the party about it. I didn’t leave with him either. After everyone left. I explained I’d leave in the morning. They were beside each other on the couch as I sat in a chair next to it. The quiet one wearing a ring on his ring finger. Apparently from a teen age relationship that was over in those years. He currently was in no relationship. I talked of plans of leaving him and not paying the last rent (held because of the condition the house was in and needed repair) so I would have funds to fall on if I needed it.
I then walked to another chair across the room by the window and covered myself with my coat. Curling up to sleep. This was not before I seen the both of them playing footsies just before they both headed off down the hall to the bedrooms. Sometime later the best friend came back to sleep on the couch. I was laying there but could not actually sleep. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what went on there. In the morning I went home to have my ex confronting me about sleeping with one of them. This was a lie. The friend had been “shit talking!” Playing innocent and pretending he didn’t know what happened after he fell asleep.
The best friend then told him about leaving him and saving up money so he intended to first. Cut the power and water in winter. I had nothing to go anywhere with. I looked through papers on the table. I called the quiet one. I told him of the predicament I was in with my kids. He offered to taxi my kids to my parents and have me over for some drinks. I arrived he was great and loaned me the money. Let me take a bath. Mentioned how he did things like the dishes and such pointing out my ex didn’t. In the phone call I was also flirting. During the night the ex showed up with his friend. I panicked I felt the friend was not going to attack me if I was naked. I pulled down my pants and ran across to the bathroom and locked myself in,
After he left, I came out. The quiet one was flipping out over me taking off my pants. After a few more drinks he was like well he thinks we did it anyway lets go. I went to have the worst sex in my life he wasn’t even hard. It was barely semi. Upon entering the room he said was his mother’s. Odd I know right? I asked what the handcuffs were doing on his mothers bed frame. He said it was a joke his best friend had played locking him in once and pretending he didn’t have a key. I pondered this and then said so why is it still on your mother’s bed? I got oh he lost the keys. None of it made sense not even going to his mother’s bed for sex. No matter how long she is away. To who does this come to mind?
The next time was as I was going through some crap. The best friend had to get involved. We were having sex (second time) again after he made comment about my dress. I know he was under the bed. He pulled the sheets at the bottom of the bed tightly around my ankles. How else could it have happened. Did they think I would think it was a ghost or some evil spirit? Not a chance, I tried twice to look under the bed and was forced back then ushered out of the room for saying someone is under there. This time he was actually hard. Yet another odd thing for plutonic friends of the same sex.
Another time we were at a motel where my partner tried to drown me in the tub thinking I was possessed because I underlined some things in the bible from the drawer in the room. Screaming at me it was a sin to write in one. He told me when we first got to the room. To a place he called and must have used frequently to get the same room, a returning customer. When we walked in he voiced this is the same room him and his bestfriend were in. In the city where both of them live and have homes. For what was this needed, golf? A room with one double bed. This we went to only after the bestfriend made comment that the motel I had picked sucked. This was after his mother did not want me in the house and he chose to go with me. My partner at this time, thought very strange things about me. Like I was magically making money appear in my pockets not knowing where it had come from. This motel was only used because the first one we went to after the exorcism was not a good motel according to the best friend who visited. His mother had said I could not stay at the house so he came with me to a motel on Kingston Rd. Where the friend again told the ex where we were to have him phone the motel room.
I was feeling a bit possessed not knowing then auto writing was a subconscious thing. He took me to get an Wiccan exorcism that was interesting. All fine and dandy to bring up about me but at no time while I was behaving peculiar, were my children around me. When they were around there was no talk of a couple of weeks of crazy. I gave my mom 400.00 to look after my children for about 4 weeks. Only thing truly crazy was staying with this moron for thirteen years. His family even called mine to find out my age among other things.
Back to the friend. He caused animosity between couples everywhere he went. He did not like any woman with any man he knew. Not even his brother. He was a spoiled brat. Made a pass at me in a bar where my father heard about it and the waitress even backed him off. The same bar where, when all three of us were there a note was given to my partner who got very offended and rowdy. Someone was selling flowers who said get one for your lady friend. He bought one and right in front of me handed it to his apparent straight friend. Is it making any sense to you, yet?
I wrote him a letter and gave him a mixed tape of how much I couldn’t stand him. He had asked why I picked calling who I did and not him. Wondering if he was good enough. Even if I had the number, he was an ass that wanted all the attention on him everywhere he went. I would have never phoned him. I would not be surprised to find he was behind what happened to Steve and Amber and their thoughts about a landlord urinating and taking their belongings.
He not only was online he was in active pursuit. He was waiting for the inheritance of the house. Claimed his brother was a voluntary fireman. Was also angry he got the tools that were his dad’s. He wasn’t happy unless he made his wife completely miserable. He was told his bread maker was no good as a gift and whined like a baby. He drank wine (Blue Nun), took bubble baths and enjoyed pissing me off. He hated that the dog he brought to our house. I groomed by hand all the black dirt from the mechanics shop (DonWay Ford) he worked at. He never told him when he had his drivers license revoked for intoxication. He continued to test drive cars. He didn’t like that I had the feeling the dog’s name had four letters and was strong like the word Thor. He found the owners and it turned out his name was Bear. He then got me some junkyard dog (Lady). He also punched that dog in the face. He’s a prick. He also hated that a black cat he had been trying to call onto his property never came. I called it and it was coming in our direction. The one time he invited us over to sit in lawn chairs in his driveway. This freaked him out and he shooed the cat away quickly and yelled at me.
For everyone’s information as to my Resume. The delicatessen ( Gus and Maria’s) I worked in. I had the owner see me at the bus stop at Guilder ( not to distant past). He looked at me I said hi. I reminded him of my name and my thumb. He was oh your the Jennifer. I got the job through Bev when I was living with her. I had cleaned, served and was on cash throughout one summer. Vince the son took me to the hospital when I had a cut thumb from the deli meats. I refused and went to my mom for a butterfly stich cut band aid. It’s healed better then stiches would have. Don’t try to tell me the place where I worked on stamps C.W. Mack near Victoria Park was not real I worked with Robeena Chase’s ex partner. I was there for a few months. I was on the quality control line, I measured and cut rubber and worked a press machine. I was also at the time taking some of the money earned and putting it toward a trip to Chile. I went with one of my ex’s (reason for the shared basement when getting my daughter back) to pick up the money’s refund minus the deposit. It was a real place. I also worked at S.M.R. on Carlaw and there worked as a feeder and sorter on mailing machines. Did the same later at Harrison Mailing in Oshawa to travel by GO was more then I was earning. I was also paying for my two girls to travel and work there too. I for a short time before quitting was a supervisor without increased pay for a few weeks on trial. I also had on their that I voluntarily worked one summer vacation Sunday School teacher at Ferndale Baptist Church. Where even though he had a restraining order the ex drove by in the car of a friend and yelled at me out the window. Laughing at me with the people in car. This I also had a affidavit for saying my whole time there had no incident with any minor. I gave to Warren Singer. I knew which ones needed to be obtained for witness testimony. I knew what was already done by things like an agency was on file and didn’t need an affidavit. They speak for themselves. The case was so weak against me it wasn’t a joke. This affected real lives and the lives of children. I had no idea when the affidavit was being signed that Mrs. Harris was actually the one who placed the call. That became apparent later.