He called her doctor...

He called her doctor, and told her it was a lie.  I heard that too.

Then the serious medication comments about "you're fixing to go on some serious medication for your condition".   

Abortion, mixing up my Dad's old dog Baby with her uterus and my miscarriage and eavesdropping and stalking me.  Butt doctors on the Samsung phone and home network calls, magic Jack hacks.  Coach Smith .  Coach Campbell.  Coach Carter.  A Cassie from Young and the Restless and Cassie from Nobles, Cassie in Florida, Cassie in South Carolina, Cassie from State Farm policies.  I mean what is so hard to believe that someone would do an elaborate identity theft?  What century do you people live in that you do not think this is possible?  You just let it go on about all kinds of things and these people did some of the most awful things to me and no one,  no one understood that.  All of it might be in the past and on to new crimes and criminals, but the aftermath and the destruction that it brought to me personally on a very personal level is not gone.  I guess they thought if they waited long enough I would just forget it.  Ten years now of being tortured for whatever reason.  I will never in my life understand it.   I will never understand it.  Hands down this is the most hurtful thing I've ever been through and probably ever will be through in my life on Earth.


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