Never Worth The Effort

For years now I have struggled with the ransomware and eavesdropping and stalked, identity thefts and DFCS torturing me.  Actually since the Banana Pudding Festival in Wilkinson County, Irwinton, Georgia.  Was that 2014 or 2015?  The endless accusations and eavesdropping cellphones over the genealogy and Facebook and lawyers and churches and nasty things.  Something over Jeff Smith.  Then David Allan Coe.  The unions at Boeing and Diamond Plastics Corporation and OSHA claims and whatever else.

Of course I was terrified and left Diamond Plastics Corporation and then the Smiths attacked me over Accutane.  Insurance policies, eavesdropping and mixing me up with my first husband's mother in law Cathy, Cathy Alonso, a bunch of Kathy's and Katherine's.  AOL, Yahoo emails, Outlook account information, mean things over the wedding and addresses and photos and ransacking our home and vehicles and going through my home network.  Then eavesdropping on cellphones and stalking me over going to a pawn shop looking for a guitar for Damon, then attacking me over jewelry and some Diamond that was lost in South Carolina mixed up with Debbie and Tom Brewer's diamond and a bunch of people carrying on over Dodi and scary movies.  
On to extortion and stalking me over DFCS and dirty houses and roaches and lesbians and ball games and music and Temple Church in Macon Georgia and Temple Baptist Church in Columbia South Carolina.  And it just seems like whatever they were doing they were taking everyone else's business and trying to put it on me.  They were doing it with my friend Shari and at first I was kind of angry and hurt and then I thought no she wouldn't do that to me.  I knew it was somebody being nasty. They started just tearing me up over my husband, and things in our private home and vehicles and all kinds of things.  

Then somebody was going through the TV and you could hear him and they were doing something weird with the DVR from DirecTV the replay and network.  It was so weird because they were doing it to me and I didn't really say anything I was trying to see what was going on but then Dodi and Maddie spent the night with her Papa Bullock.  They were laying there and they heard somebody say do You Believe in unicorns?  How about the loch ness monster?  Do you believe in Santa Claus?  How about Cupid or Bigfoot?   They both heard it and at first they thought it was Papa.  Over ten years ago now.
It was really strange at first too because they were mixing me up with a Kathy, Howard Underwood's daughter.  Then somebody died and they were demanding money and wanted to know how Kathy got everything.  I think they have the wrong Kathy and then they were hurting me over Kathy Alonso and Hispanic people and something over utilities.  Dodi was friends with her son, Evan.  They even went through all of these photos of Hispanic employees I worked with from a Christmas party in my private home in Fort Valley Georgia and harassed me over immigration and ICE and Facebook.  Then they mixed up cats at our house with her house and Darlene Posey's house.

Then the MCs.  How in the world they mixed us up with Darlene and Judy I have no idea.  Darlene was a good friend from work.   We had been good friends for years and Judy was her friend.  The next thing I know they're digging in my dad's head and they want to know about Donee.  See we had a babysitter when we were little that was named Donee.  It wasn't about Darlene Posey's cousin.

Shortly after they did something weird to me and Damon over his internet activities and porn sites.  And shortly after that he started drinking profusely.  Sickening drunk and drugs.  He had this painting partner and the fellow had lived in Warner Robins for years but he was originally from Connecticut and had lived in New Hampshire, and they did something weird.  It was very odd because it started when this fellow's dad was in hospice and they were all listening to a bunch of painters.  There was also a bench warrant out for him for tax evasion.  Ron Jon Pierre.  The next thing I know I have people showing up demanding money when nobody was home.  Then after Ron John Pierre died they were demanding money for his investment in Property Pros.  That was supposed to be the name of their company.  Jon Pierre frequented prostitutes, crack cocaine and marijuana, as well as other things.  He was also friends with Mike and Danita Morris.  His girlfriend at the time was Debbie and she worked on base in supplies.  Of course they broke up and he followed her around.  It was odd because while he was doing all that to her somebody was doing that to me.    

And for the record I did not leave my husband.  My husband left me because I had started in on him about his addictions.  Him and his lawyer started in on me.  A Ricky Jones.  I begged him to go to rehab and told him no matter what had gone on,  no questions asked we could just start over and we would do the rehab together.  I felt like we had a lot of history together and a lot of love and that we did not want our daughter raised in a broken home and I didn't want another child raised in a broken home.  He told me I wasn't worth the effort.   When someone tells you that,  there's not a whole lot else you can do.   I didn't run around on my husband.  I wasn't running around with black men, oh they came up with some nasty stuff.   Even the extortion and identity thefts and KKK and some weirdo MK ultra thing with a hacker.  The club.  Peach Valley Club and Outlaws MC and Friends Cafe.  Friends Cafe is where somebody had attacked me too.  Tom Brewer and I used to get lunch there.    Somebody was listening to ATA pool tournaments and thought that I was my sister and then they were making bets and all kinds of stuff.  Then Damon's family started getting weird with me.   A bad idea to do that to anyone.  Then I figured the government, but somebody thought it was evident that eavesdropping was going on.  So a bunch of people with the same name started getting mixed up and a bunch of people would attack me over other people.  It was horrible things.  



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