Keltoi Samurai
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- Posted: Tue, 21 Oct 2014 17:19:28 +0000
Update 01/13/2015: A sheriff knocked on my door on Tuesday the 13th in order to hand me a summons. It seems that I've been subpoenaed to testify in court against my attacker . . . But the court date for her and myself are on the same day, at the same time, in front of the same judge. Her trial is before the same judge as mine, and both trials begin on the 20th at 9:45 AM. It seems that the goal here is that I cannot be compelled to take the stand as the accused, but if I'm a witness for the prosecution in a different trial that's just coincidentally happening concurrent to my own trial, in front of the same judge, with the same prosecutor and everything else, then they can do an end-run around that, and they can then compel me to testify ( and more importantly, do their damnedest to try and poke holes in my story ) under the guise of me being a witness in an "unrelated" case. Basically, from the looks of things, they've already decided I'm to be found guilty, and now they're just trying whatever underhanded tactic they can come up with to make sure I get put away, constitutionality be damned. I'm currently trying to google to see if this has ever been done before, and I'm finding nothing, but that could admittedly be because the search terms are rather unwieldy.
UPDATE 2 11/4/2014: My lawyer told me to file a Domestic Violence Petition so that she didn't try and take my home out from under me. I wound up going down to the Magistrate's office to do so, while on crutches from last night, and was told that I cannot file a DVP, because there was a warrant out for my arrest for Domestic Battery. She alleges in the police report that while she was beating me, I spit on her. I am currently out on bail and awaiting trial. The Magistrate and his assistant mocked me ( and due to me not knowing the allegations made against me at the time, their mocking made no sense until after I was released and allowed to read the report ) arresting officers made me walk the length of several city blocks while on crutches to the police officer's station for booking, then another block to where they could fingerprint me, all with one leg that still hasn't recovered enough to hold my weight ( it's mostly numb from the hip down. The other one hurts something fierce from the mid-back down to about the knee, but it'll at least hold me ), they tried to take my crutches, and one officer even threatened me with a knife while I was in custody.
That's not all they did, but I can't reveal everything just yet. I'll probably update again.
Update 11/4/2014: The abuse turned physical tonight. I was in the hospital from 7 to 2 tonight, my legs aren't working right, and am waiting to see if my left eye is permanently damaged or not.
She became enraged because of a discussion earlier about whether or not we should have kids ( she wants 'em, I don't ).
She was taken to the police officer's station to make a statement ( she told them flat out, in front of witnesses that she beat me ), while I was taken to the hospital by ambulance and told by one responding officer that they will be seeking a warrant for my arrest ( the only reason I wasn't carted directly to jail was because my injuries aggravated my herniated disc, leading to me not being able to even stand up.
Justice, in this case, means that I will be charged with Gods know what ( they seemed to be hinting that I was somehow "provoking domestic violence," but I don't think that's a real chaarge ) after having spent several hours in the hospital being mocked openly by doctors, nurses and EMTs for being beaten up by my girlfriend.
Ok, here's the deal. This woman moved in with me a few months ago. Probably our first discussion was when I showed her where I kept the bath towels and washcloths, she told me she didn't use washcloths.
Within a week, there was nary a washcloth in the house, and she claims she never saw one the whole time she's lived here.
So, later on, her un-neutered tomcat started developing a spraying problem. Except that she claims to have never smelled it. When I caught him in the act, she insisted it wasn't him. She agreed to have him fixed ( she said she wanted to anyways, just didn't have the money ) so I went and got it done, paid for it out of my own pocket, and all was good.
Except, not. Shirts I have washed time and time again keep coming up with that unmistakable Tom smell, despite the fact that her other two cats were a fixed male and a female ( I've read that a neutered cat can still spray, but it lacks the tom scent, smelling more like regular cat urine, like when a female sprays, and I've dealt with a spraying female before ). I'll wash it, dry it, it comes back clean, then it's tom scented again within a week.
The day after she told me she wished I'd grow my hair out, my clippers turned up missing. I had to replace them twice, then after I'd stopped shaving my head, she tells me that I don't have the hair like the kind of guy she goes for, and my original set turned up the next day when I got home from work, right where I'd always kept them.
More recently, the hand towels I use when shaving have taken to vanishing, as well as my aftershave and preshave solutions. One will vanish, then the next day it'll be right back where it was, and the other will be gone.
I've moved the litter pan several times so that it doesn't block all access to the bathroom sink, and each night I come home, it's right back where it was, keeping me from the bathroom sink, and she tells me it was always there, and that she didn't move it.
I've asked her multiple times if she'd be willing to help me clean up around the house, and she tells me that we had an arrangement where she wasn't expected to pay bills or clean up after herself. I don't remember making this arrangement with her at all.
Lately, she's been telling me I promised to pay off her car. I don't know when I did that, but I already pay for repairs and maintenance for it.
She tells me all about these conversations I don't remember having, tells me about how all my friends either hate me or her, then berates me because she doesn't have enough friends in the area, tells me it's always the man's job to make friends for the woman, and how I'm failing in my duties to her, she constantly ridicules my appearance, talking about all of her exes, and says it's normal for a woman to discuss her exes with her current, especially during sex . . . I feel like I'm losing my mind, here.
I keep reading about this whole "gaslighting" thing, and it describes the situation I'm in almost perfectly, except that the pronouns are always reversed, and every guy who asks if they're being gaslighted seems to be told that they're just misunderstanding the situation, and I really don't know if that's just more gaslighting, or if men just can't be gas . . . lit?
I don't even know why I'm typing this. Most of the ED forum on here calls me a troll, and I can't imagine I'll be taken any more seriously here, but I need to get this off my chest, and I don't have any friends anymore to discuss it with, ask their opinions.
Maybe I'm going crazy, or maybe I am being gaslit ( gaslighted?), but maybe I deserve it. I dunno anymore.
UPDATE 2 11/4/2014: My lawyer told me to file a Domestic Violence Petition so that she didn't try and take my home out from under me. I wound up going down to the Magistrate's office to do so, while on crutches from last night, and was told that I cannot file a DVP, because there was a warrant out for my arrest for Domestic Battery. She alleges in the police report that while she was beating me, I spit on her. I am currently out on bail and awaiting trial. The Magistrate and his assistant mocked me ( and due to me not knowing the allegations made against me at the time, their mocking made no sense until after I was released and allowed to read the report ) arresting officers made me walk the length of several city blocks while on crutches to the police officer's station for booking, then another block to where they could fingerprint me, all with one leg that still hasn't recovered enough to hold my weight ( it's mostly numb from the hip down. The other one hurts something fierce from the mid-back down to about the knee, but it'll at least hold me ), they tried to take my crutches, and one officer even threatened me with a knife while I was in custody.
That's not all they did, but I can't reveal everything just yet. I'll probably update again.
Update 11/4/2014: The abuse turned physical tonight. I was in the hospital from 7 to 2 tonight, my legs aren't working right, and am waiting to see if my left eye is permanently damaged or not.
She became enraged because of a discussion earlier about whether or not we should have kids ( she wants 'em, I don't ).
She was taken to the police officer's station to make a statement ( she told them flat out, in front of witnesses that she beat me ), while I was taken to the hospital by ambulance and told by one responding officer that they will be seeking a warrant for my arrest ( the only reason I wasn't carted directly to jail was because my injuries aggravated my herniated disc, leading to me not being able to even stand up.
Justice, in this case, means that I will be charged with Gods know what ( they seemed to be hinting that I was somehow "provoking domestic violence," but I don't think that's a real chaarge ) after having spent several hours in the hospital being mocked openly by doctors, nurses and EMTs for being beaten up by my girlfriend.
Ok, here's the deal. This woman moved in with me a few months ago. Probably our first discussion was when I showed her where I kept the bath towels and washcloths, she told me she didn't use washcloths.
Within a week, there was nary a washcloth in the house, and she claims she never saw one the whole time she's lived here.
So, later on, her un-neutered tomcat started developing a spraying problem. Except that she claims to have never smelled it. When I caught him in the act, she insisted it wasn't him. She agreed to have him fixed ( she said she wanted to anyways, just didn't have the money ) so I went and got it done, paid for it out of my own pocket, and all was good.
Except, not. Shirts I have washed time and time again keep coming up with that unmistakable Tom smell, despite the fact that her other two cats were a fixed male and a female ( I've read that a neutered cat can still spray, but it lacks the tom scent, smelling more like regular cat urine, like when a female sprays, and I've dealt with a spraying female before ). I'll wash it, dry it, it comes back clean, then it's tom scented again within a week.
The day after she told me she wished I'd grow my hair out, my clippers turned up missing. I had to replace them twice, then after I'd stopped shaving my head, she tells me that I don't have the hair like the kind of guy she goes for, and my original set turned up the next day when I got home from work, right where I'd always kept them.
More recently, the hand towels I use when shaving have taken to vanishing, as well as my aftershave and preshave solutions. One will vanish, then the next day it'll be right back where it was, and the other will be gone.
I've moved the litter pan several times so that it doesn't block all access to the bathroom sink, and each night I come home, it's right back where it was, keeping me from the bathroom sink, and she tells me it was always there, and that she didn't move it.
I've asked her multiple times if she'd be willing to help me clean up around the house, and she tells me that we had an arrangement where she wasn't expected to pay bills or clean up after herself. I don't remember making this arrangement with her at all.
Lately, she's been telling me I promised to pay off her car. I don't know when I did that, but I already pay for repairs and maintenance for it.
She tells me all about these conversations I don't remember having, tells me about how all my friends either hate me or her, then berates me because she doesn't have enough friends in the area, tells me it's always the man's job to make friends for the woman, and how I'm failing in my duties to her, she constantly ridicules my appearance, talking about all of her exes, and says it's normal for a woman to discuss her exes with her current, especially during sex . . . I feel like I'm losing my mind, here.
I keep reading about this whole "gaslighting" thing, and it describes the situation I'm in almost perfectly, except that the pronouns are always reversed, and every guy who asks if they're being gaslighted seems to be told that they're just misunderstanding the situation, and I really don't know if that's just more gaslighting, or if men just can't be gas . . . lit?
I don't even know why I'm typing this. Most of the ED forum on here calls me a troll, and I can't imagine I'll be taken any more seriously here, but I need to get this off my chest, and I don't have any friends anymore to discuss it with, ask their opinions.
Maybe I'm going crazy, or maybe I am being gaslit ( gaslighted?), but maybe I deserve it. I dunno anymore.
