Speaker 1: Episode with two stories.
Speaker 2: First part, I hope you enjoy this story. Father and
Speaker 2: siblings phone me at the dinner table for donning a
Speaker 2: brief dress my mother gave me. Then my father tore
Speaker 2: apart all my garments. As I wept in, my siblings
Speaker 2: surpassed me of sleeping with my male friend. Hi. I
Speaker 2: never thought I'd be writing here. The people involved are
Speaker 2: me sixteen F, my dad fifty nine M, my two
Speaker 2: older brothers twenty two M, their twins by the way,
Speaker 2: and my twin brother sixteen M. As you can imagine,
Speaker 2: dealing with two sets of twins can be well stressful.
Speaker 2: And I understand my father and that my mother is
Speaker 2: a way working. She usually comes once a year or month,
Speaker 2: but I haven't seen her much since I turned fourteen.
Speaker 2: Sometimes she sends some stuff to me and my brothers.
Speaker 2: The relationship with my brothers is well complicated. I'm the
Speaker 2: only woman among all of them, so it was already
Speaker 2: difficult to connect with them. I only connect a little
Speaker 2: with my brother Andrew Faith twenty two years old, since
Speaker 2: we both like Greek mythology and stuff like that. But
Speaker 2: here the problem is with my twin brother and my father.
Speaker 2: You see these last few days. Where I live, the
Speaker 2: weather seems to have a life of its own, sometimes hot,
Speaker 2: sometimes cold, et cetera. So to day I woke up
Speaker 2: to unbearable heat. I had planned to go to one
Speaker 2: of those markets that sell everything to look for some
Speaker 2: stuffed animals from a series that I like. I dressed
Speaker 2: in a shirt, some sneakers, and decided to wear a
Speaker 2: skirt to have my legs freer. The skirt was short,
Speaker 2: almost four fingers above my knees, and that was the
Speaker 2: problem for my father. He immediately told me that the
Speaker 2: skirt was not appropriate and that I should change immediately.
Speaker 2: He knew I was coming out. I say this to clarify.
Speaker 2: I asked him what the problem was with this skirt,
Speaker 2: since it was literally a piece of clothing that my
Speaker 2: mother sent me from the country where she works. He
Speaker 2: didn't say anything to me. He just told me that
Speaker 2: either I changed into pants or I wouldn't go out.
Speaker 2: I couldn't even speak. When my twin brother joined the conversation.
Speaker 2: My father told him everything. I guess looking for support,
Speaker 2: and my brother, like the idiot he is, look me
Speaker 2: up and down and said, you look like an s
Speaker 2: l hash tea. In that skirt. I got angry about that,
Speaker 2: and out of rage, I took off a shoe and
Speaker 2: hit him with it. But it got worse because my
Speaker 2: dad agreed with him. Yes, he said, if your brother
Speaker 2: thinks like that, what do you think the others will think?
Speaker 2: To top it all off, he called two older brothers
Speaker 2: and they also supported him. I ended up locking myself
Speaker 2: in my room. I looked at the skirt and I
Speaker 2: didn't see anything wrong with it. I looked at it
Speaker 2: for hours until I simply gave up on my plans
Speaker 2: to go out. That was practically two weeks ago. Since
Speaker 2: that day, I don't speak to them unless it's important.
Speaker 2: My mom texted me today asking why do I give
Speaker 2: my dad and brothers the silent treatment, and that my
Speaker 2: dad feels bad about it. I didn't send a response,
Speaker 2: so I would appreciate it if you could give me
Speaker 2: some advice so I can answer my mom and explain
Speaker 2: all of this to her. I consulted with some friends.
Speaker 2: While some friends, both men and women, told me that
Speaker 2: my dad went too far by not defending me from
Speaker 2: my brother's comment, two friends told me that I was
Speaker 2: exaggerating because of my brother's comment and that instead of
Speaker 2: complaining I should take it as advice, so read it.
Speaker 2: Ada update one. Hello everyone, I'm calmer now so I
Speaker 2: can give you an update. Also, I'm going to eat
Speaker 2: in a few moments, so I thought i'd leave this
Speaker 2: here before I start. Thank you all for leaving your comments,
Speaker 2: and to the two people who spoke to me privately.
Speaker 2: It means a lot to me. I'm going to summarize
Speaker 2: the call with my mom. She was furious and asked
Speaker 2: me for photos of the clothes I wore, and also
Speaker 2: asked for a photo of me wearing them. And well,
Speaker 2: for the few who managed to read my previous post
Speaker 2: before I deleted it, I stayed at my friend's house
Speaker 2: after my dad put on a show and tore all
Speaker 2: my clothes. I was lucky my phone didn't hang up
Speaker 2: when my dad walked in like crazy, because my mom
Speaker 2: heard the whole thing and recorded it. So coming to
Speaker 2: the present, my mom called my friend's mom asking her
Speaker 2: to take me to see my dad at a cafe
Speaker 2: for breakfast. I'll be honest, it scared me after remembering
Speaker 2: what happened the night before in my father's previous behavior,
Speaker 2: I felt like I didn't recognize him. Something I forgot
Speaker 2: to mention is that he rarely acts like this. I
Speaker 2: have seen him angry with other people, but never with
Speaker 2: my brothers or me. We went to a little cafe
Speaker 2: where my mother used to frequent before leaving, and there
Speaker 2: I found my father. It seemed like he had cried
Speaker 2: for hours, as if he hadn't slept. We talked for
Speaker 2: a while, and he apologized not only for the b
Speaker 2: H t H thing, but also for not stopping my
Speaker 2: brothers and also for ripping my clothes. I asked him
Speaker 2: for an explanation, since he hadn't even given me one
Speaker 2: one about the skirt. He looked down and said he
Speaker 2: thought that if his words and those of my brothers
Speaker 2: affected him, he was going to change my clothes.
Speaker 1: W t F.
Speaker 2: Yes, that was my reaction, not in words, but in feelings.
Speaker 2: I told him that it did affect me, but not
Speaker 2: just the clothes, but the fact that I allowed my
Speaker 2: my brothers to call me a bitch behind my back
Speaker 2: and make fun of it. He started to cry. I'll
Speaker 2: be honest, I didn't understand why I read a lot
Speaker 2: here about crocodile tears and emotional manipulation. He said he
Speaker 2: was sorry that he never wanted me to get to
Speaker 2: this point, that he didn't know how to handle the
Speaker 2: fact that I was growing up and that he didn't
Speaker 2: want to lose me. The conversation led to nothing, and
Speaker 2: I'm still at my friend's house. In the case of
Speaker 2: my brothers, none of them have spoken to me. My
Speaker 2: mom left me a message before she left for work
Speaker 2: telling me that she had already spoken to my brothers
Speaker 2: and my dad. The good news to liven this up
Speaker 2: is that my friend got me another plush toy for
Speaker 2: my collection, one of Shadow the Hedgehog. For now, everything
Speaker 2: has stayed like this, me at my friend's house and
Speaker 2: my dad with my brothers. I feel like there's something
Speaker 2: else my dad didn't tell me. I mean, like I mentioned,
Speaker 2: he never acted like that before, or maybe I didn't
Speaker 2: see it, but to be honest, I feel like there's
Speaker 2: something my dad isn't telling me, and so do my brothers.
Speaker 2: Thank you very much for the support my Shadow plushy
Speaker 2: and I say goodbye. Update too. For those of you
Speaker 2: in my time zone, you might be wondering what am
Speaker 2: I doing writing so late? Well, as I usually say,
Speaker 2: things happened, so I prefer to keep you informed. In addition,
Speaker 2: to answering questions. But first of all, I really appreciate
Speaker 2: the help and advice given in my previous post. This
Speaker 2: teenager says, it's sincerely from the bottom of her heart
Speaker 2: answering frequently asked questions. No, living with my mom isn't
Speaker 2: possible for two reasons. First, my mom is a way
Speaker 2: too much. She doesn't have a home office. That wouldn't
Speaker 2: be a problem for me since I know how to cook,
Speaker 2: do my own laundry, and clean up after myself. The
Speaker 2: other thing is that my mom lives with two other
Speaker 2: women where she's staying this time. One is an older
Speaker 2: woman and the other is divorced. Both rented the room
Speaker 2: with the no children rule. So no, it's not possible. No,
Speaker 2: I never saw my dad act this way in front
Speaker 2: of me, as I mentioned in the comments and in
Speaker 2: my previous update, he never behaved this way with me.
Speaker 2: He is usually very affectionate and understanding, so as I mentioned,
Speaker 2: I don't know what the reason for that outburst of
Speaker 2: anger was. And no, my parents are not divorced. The
Speaker 2: reason my mom is always away is because of work.
Speaker 2: She got pregnant with my older brothers Andrews, slash Andy,
Speaker 2: and Elijah when they were twenty one. My dad stayed
Speaker 2: behind to take care of both of them until my
Speaker 2: mom got a good job. Then they had my twin
Speaker 2: and me. She is still far away and the money
Speaker 2: she sends is usually enough and even left over for
Speaker 2: every day things, school, extra activities, et cetera. Now with
Speaker 2: the update. Two days ago, my brother Andy, twenty two
Speaker 2: a m. Wrote me a message asking if we could
Speaker 2: talk the truth is. I got a little nervous. I
Speaker 2: asked him if we could talk on the phone, and
Speaker 2: he said yes. As a comment recommended, I recorded the
Speaker 2: conversation with my brother in case something happened, in addition
Speaker 2: to having my best friend's sister as moral support. The
Speaker 2: conversation was trivial at first, and he asked me if
Speaker 2: I ate well, slept well, the usual stuff until we
Speaker 2: got to the topic at hand. He apologized, saying he
Speaker 2: was an idiot and should have measured what he said.
Speaker 2: I asked him why he did that, why he used
Speaker 2: those words? At first, he gave me the same explanation
Speaker 2: as my dad, that is, it was to persuade me
Speaker 2: to change my clothes. I told him to tell me
Speaker 2: the truth that I needed a rational and sincere explanation.
Speaker 2: I heard him sigh and he said, you wouldn't understand.
Speaker 2: I asked him what exactly I didn't understand, but he
Speaker 2: was stubborn in not telling me. I asked him if
Speaker 2: Mom told him anything. He said that Mom scolded him
Speaker 2: and my brothers for treating me like that, and that
Speaker 2: we would talk about it when she got back. He
Speaker 2: also asked me when I would be coming home. I
Speaker 2: told him that I would stay at my friend's house
Speaker 2: until Mom came, and that's where we started to argue.
Speaker 2: He told me that it was stupid to hide at
Speaker 2: my friend's house, that it was cowardly and childish to
Speaker 2: run away just because of a comment. I replied that
Speaker 2: after Dad tore my clothes, no matter how much I cried,
Speaker 2: he no longer made me feel safe less because neither
Speaker 2: he nor other two brothers, his twin and my twin
Speaker 2: defended me or comforted me. They just watched and turned
Speaker 2: a blind eye until Mom had to intervene. Upon mentioning Mom,
Speaker 2: he started by telling me that I shouldn't have brought
Speaker 2: Mom up, since she was already stressed enough with her
Speaker 2: job to listen to my tantrums, and that we could
Speaker 2: have worked it out at home. I told him this
Speaker 2: wasn't a tantrum. They literally ganged up on each other,
Speaker 2: calling me at s l hash t and making derogatory
Speaker 2: comments about my outfit. Then let Dad rip my clothes.
Speaker 2: I asked him if he even bothered to think about
Speaker 2: if this would affect me, and he stayed silent. Then
Speaker 2: he ended the call, telling me not to do stupid
Speaker 2: things at my friend's house and hung up. I cried,
Speaker 2: I know, probably pathetically. I really would like to say
Speaker 2: that I didn't feel anything and that I didn't care
Speaker 2: what he said, but regardless, this is my brother I'm
Speaker 2: talking about. Then, before dinner, I just twenty two, m
Speaker 2: Andy's twin got a call. I thought about not answering,
Speaker 2: considering my ard ument with Andy, but decided to. He
Speaker 2: didn't use any platitudes and told me straight up that
Speaker 2: I got him, my other two brothers and Dad in
Speaker 2: huge trouble by going to cry on mom and then
Speaker 2: running away into my best friend's lap. I told him
Speaker 2: what he expected. I didn't get any answers from any
Speaker 2: of them about what happened. None of them helped me
Speaker 2: when Dad was ripping my clothes and I was begging
Speaker 2: him to stop. I told him I didn't run away
Speaker 2: into any one's lap and that I didn't cry to mom.
Speaker 2: I just told mom what happened and that I'm staying
Speaker 2: somewhere safe. I just heard him groan and he told
Speaker 2: me to not do anything stupid. Before I could ask
Speaker 2: him what he meant, he hung up. I suspected that
Speaker 2: my twin brother, Toby sixteen m would also call later,
Speaker 2: but he just texted me saying, I hope you're happy now.
Speaker 2: I was confused most of the night. I tried to
Speaker 2: call my mom, but she left me a message saying
Speaker 2: I'm about to finish the case. Just give me three
Speaker 2: more days and I'll be there. I love you. Let's
Speaker 2: move on to the accident on Saturday. When my brother
Speaker 2: spoke to me, it was on Friday. I went out
Speaker 2: with my best friend for a walk. We were planning
Speaker 2: to go to a mc donald's with his sister and
Speaker 2: his cousin. His sister is nineteen and his cousin is
Speaker 2: ten f She is quite quiet and I really adore
Speaker 2: this little one. It was early, almost three in the afternoon.
Speaker 2: Lunch hadn't filled us up, so my friend's mom and
Speaker 2: my friend's cousin's mom gave us permission. We sat at
Speaker 2: a table and I was the one assigned to order
Speaker 2: the food. Everything was normal until I saw my two
Speaker 2: older brothers enter the restaurant. My heart froze. I looked
Speaker 2: back at the counter, praying that the line would get
Speaker 2: longer so they wouldn't see me. To my misfortune, they
Speaker 2: did almost immediately. The first thing they did was ask
Speaker 2: me what the hell was I doing here alone. I
Speaker 2: told them I wasn't that my friend's family was here.
Speaker 2: I wanted to pretend I didn't know them to ignore them,
Speaker 2: but that wasn't possible. And he asked me whose shirt
Speaker 2: it was, and I told him it was my friend's.
Speaker 2: I don't know why, but that made them mad. Elijah
Speaker 2: told me that they warned me not to do anything
Speaker 2: stupid and told me they would take me home. I
Speaker 2: stepped aside when he tried to grab me, and I
Speaker 2: told him what stupid thing he was talking about. I'm
Speaker 2: writing here that if any of you are standing, you'd
Speaker 2: better sit down, because what my brother told me made
Speaker 2: me feel so nauseous that I wanted to jump out
Speaker 2: of a window. He told me that wearing my friend's
Speaker 2: shirt was a sign that I slept with him. Yes,
Speaker 2: you are not hallucinating, and it is not your glasses
Speaker 2: if any of you wear glasses. Those were my brother's words.
Speaker 2: I asked him why the hell he thought that, and
Speaker 2: he said that when a girl wears a boy's shirt,
Speaker 2: it is because he has marked his territory. That's when
Speaker 2: I really lost it. I told my brother he was
Speaker 2: a creep for even suggesting that that my friend let
Speaker 2: me borrow that shirt because I'd run out of the
Speaker 2: few shirts I'd managed to save and was now washing
Speaker 2: them that both my friend and I were under age,
Speaker 2: and the fact that they made that assumption was just disgusting.
Speaker 2: Apparently that only made them believe their suspicions more, and
Speaker 2: they yelled back at me, and he said not to lie,
Speaker 2: to tell the truth, and that if I did, they
Speaker 2: wouldn't tell Dad. I yelled back, telling him that it
Speaker 2: was disgusting that I wouldn't confess to something I didn't
Speaker 2: do and to leave me alone. Elijah then told me
Speaker 2: to stop being so stubborn and spoiled. Then he added
Speaker 2: something that hurt me. He said he didn't understand why
Speaker 2: I was so offended by the s l H D
Speaker 2: if I was behaving like one. That's where the comment
Speaker 2: he made that I ran into someone else's lap made sense.
Speaker 2: I felt nauseous, disgusted, and in pain. It made me
Speaker 2: think that if that was how my older brothers saw me.
Speaker 2: I was about to answer, but then a scream fell
Speaker 2: on both of us. It was my friend's little cousin.
Speaker 2: She started screaming that these two bad men referring to
Speaker 2: my brothers were yelling bad things at me. That caught
Speaker 2: the attention of two mothers who appeared, as well as
Speaker 2: my best friend and his sister. The rest was a
Speaker 2: blur to me for what I know. My brothers were
Speaker 2: tell to leave the place. They tried to take me
Speaker 2: with them, but my friend and his sister didn't let them.
Speaker 2: We ended up buying take out and my friend called
Speaker 2: his mom to pick us up. I don't know at
Speaker 2: what point I started crying, but my friend's little cousin
Speaker 2: noticed and gave me one of her chips to make
Speaker 2: me stop crying. It turns out that she and my
Speaker 2: friend's sister were looking at what toys were available in
Speaker 2: the happy meal. It was then that the little one
Speaker 2: separated from my friend's sister to let me know what
Speaker 2: toys she wanted when she saw my brother's yelling at me.
Speaker 2: My friend then asked me what happened, and I told
Speaker 2: him and his mom everything. Needless to say, my friend's
Speaker 2: mom was furious. After dinner, I spoke to my mom.
Speaker 2: I wrote to her and told her everything. She replied,
Speaker 2: just a few more days, honey, I'll be there right away.
Speaker 2: I don't know if it was the pent up frustration
Speaker 2: or what happened at the restaurant, but I exploded. I
Speaker 2: sent her a voice message saying that I needed her now,
Speaker 2: not in a few days. That I didn't understand what
Speaker 2: the hell was going on, since it seemed like neither
Speaker 2: she nor my dad, much less my brother's were being
Speaker 2: honest with me. That my brothers had said horrible things
Speaker 2: to me, that my dad was acting like a stranger,
Speaker 2: and that she only said we would talk about it
Speaker 2: when she got back. I told her that I was
Speaker 2: her daughter, that I admired her for what she did
Speaker 2: at work and what she did for her friend, but
Speaker 2: write now I needed her. I needed my mom. I
Speaker 2: ended the voice message by telling her I wanted to
Speaker 2: stay at my friend's house even if she came since
Speaker 2: after to day, in her attitude, I didn't feel safe
Speaker 2: with anyone, not with her or my dad, less with
Speaker 2: my brothers. I cried all night in silence, out of
Speaker 2: anger over this whole situation, but also out of guilt
Speaker 2: because I know my mom is working her ass off
Speaker 2: every day to provide us with a good lifestyle and
Speaker 2: not make us go without, and I exploded at her.
Speaker 2: I'm sorry my update is so long and without any
Speaker 2: good news. I'd like to say that I feel better now,
Speaker 2: but honestly, I feel like everything around me is upside down.
Speaker 2: From what I know. My brothers have told everyone they
Speaker 2: know that they saw me wearing my best friend's shirt,
Speaker 2: which to them means that he marked me, or whatever
Speaker 2: that means in their fucking minds. My dad didn't say anything,
Speaker 2: and my mom didn't say anything about my audio. For now,
Speaker 2: I'm more calm. My friend's mom lets me join her
Speaker 2: in her hobbies of pottery and embroidery, and she also
Speaker 2: gave me some old paper doll cutouts to design clothes
Speaker 2: and keep me busy. I could never be more grateful
Speaker 2: to this woman and her entire family, as well as
Speaker 2: to all of you. Read it. Also, if you have
Speaker 2: any advice on what to give a ten year old girl,
Speaker 2: I would really appreciate it. Her birthday is in two months,
Speaker 2: and I want to give her a gift for helping
Speaker 2: me out there. For now, I say goodbye. I hope
Speaker 2: you have a good night, morning, or afternoon, and I
Speaker 2: will update you if anything happens. Update three, I bring
Speaker 2: you what I hope is the latest update on what happened.
Speaker 2: I appreciate the concern, comments and suggestions for my friend's
Speaker 2: cousin's gift. I'm going to try to summarize a little
Speaker 2: bit of everything that happened. First of all, my mother
Speaker 2: didn't come back. We both talked and I ended up
Speaker 2: discovering things that, although they felt heavy, explained the situation
Speaker 2: to me better. The first thing, which I mentioned in
Speaker 2: a comment is that the reason my mom was gone
Speaker 2: so much was because she needed her space. I asked
Speaker 2: her what she meant by that, and she told me
Speaker 2: that they were only expecting one baby, my twin. When
Speaker 2: they did the first ultrasound to see him, I wasn't
Speaker 2: that visible, my mom's words. It wasn't until the second
Speaker 2: ultrasound that they finally noticed me. So for those who
Speaker 2: theorized that I was the daughter of a lover, I
Speaker 2: am an unexpected surprise. My mom said that neither she
Speaker 2: nor my dad were ready for a girl when my
Speaker 2: twin and I were born. Mom was anxious having a girl.
Speaker 2: She would now have to stay at home more to
Speaker 2: guide me. My dad assured her that he would understand
Speaker 2: me and that my mom would not worry. I think
Speaker 2: she took that literally. I asked her why she was
Speaker 2: telling me this until now, and it turns out that
Speaker 2: the divorced woman my mother currently lives with in a comment,
Speaker 2: I said, she lives with two women listened to my
Speaker 2: audio when my mother played it. Sat my mother down
Speaker 2: and told her that I needed her, that if she
Speaker 2: didn't do something now, she would lose me like she
Speaker 2: the divorced woman lost her children. She apologized for prioritizing
Speaker 2: herself as a woman more than me. She said she
Speaker 2: thought I was safe and calm at home, but after
Speaker 2: this she understands that she was wrong to be out
Speaker 2: of my life and that of my brother's. We talked
Speaker 2: a little more, mostly about what I wanted and if
Speaker 2: I was sure I wanted to stay at my friend's house.
Speaker 2: I said yes, and then she talked to my friend's mom,
Speaker 2: so they agreed that I would stay with my friend's mom.
Speaker 2: The talk with my dad and my brother's well, it
Speaker 2: was by video call with my mom too. To be honest,
Speaker 2: I had already resigned myself to never having an explanation
Speaker 2: for all of this. The call can only be summarized
Speaker 2: in what happened in the restaurant, a scolding for my brothers,
Speaker 2: and the news that I will be staying with my friend.
Speaker 2: My dad tried to object, but my mom silenced him.
Speaker 2: So now I officially live with my friend, her sister,
Speaker 2: and her mom. The rules in the house are manageable
Speaker 2: and I feel comfortable here. My friend and I call
Speaker 2: each other neighbors, and we agree to have movie marathons
Speaker 2: on Sundays. I chosen my Hero Academia anime movie, and
Speaker 2: my friend will watch Etea with me next week. As
Speaker 2: for clothes, my mom sends money. I'll go with my
Speaker 2: friend's sister next week. She saw my style the times
Speaker 2: I went out with my friend, so she's taking me
Speaker 2: to a few stores to recover some of my old wardrobe.
Speaker 2: I had one last talk with my dad on my
Speaker 2: friend's porch with his mom watching. He apologized for disappointing me,
Speaker 2: for not protecting me, and cried again many will probably
Speaker 2: judge me here, but I accepted his good bye hug.
Speaker 2: It hurts that things ended like this. He said he
Speaker 2: would find a way to earn my trust again and
Speaker 2: that he didn't want to lose me. As for my brothers,
Speaker 2: I only received an apology from Andy, while my twins
Speaker 2: sent me a photo of my room still intact, with
Speaker 2: the phrase it will be the same when you return
Speaker 2: so here. I am now at my friend's house in
Speaker 2: my new room with a few paper dolls that I
Speaker 2: made clothes for. I still keep the same calling schedule
Speaker 2: with my mom, while my dad will text me on
Speaker 2: week ends to check on me. That was my parents arrangement.
Speaker 2: From my expenses, my friend's mother will be the one
Speaker 2: who receives a sum of money for anything food, hygiene products, medicines,
Speaker 2: et cetera. I really appreciate the comments and support. I'll
Speaker 2: leave it there. If something serious happens, I'll update you,
Speaker 2: but for now I think this will end here. A
Speaker 2: big hug to every one who commented, and have a
Speaker 2: good day.
Speaker 1: But that's the end of the first story. Let's begin
Speaker 1: the second one. I hope you enjoy this story. I
Speaker 1: was wrongly blamed for a written piece and physical attack
Speaker 1: twelve months ago. Recently, I underwent my court hearing and
Speaker 1: emerged as an innocent individual sharing for my primary profile
Speaker 1: as I don't care. I need to get this off
Speaker 1: my chest to at least somebody. In twenty twenty one,
Speaker 1: I began seeing a girl we will call Stacy. Everything
Speaker 1: was fine in our relationship, almost too good, until an
Speaker 1: ex I had a bad break up with because I
Speaker 1: was an alcoholic at the time, got involved and told
Speaker 1: her things I allegedly did to her. Stacy and I
Speaker 1: talked it out and everything seemed fine. Fast forward to
Speaker 1: the next week. We just finished having a physical altercation
Speaker 1: and it devolved into us just slapping each other on
Speaker 1: the legs. What I didn't know at the time is
Speaker 1: that Ayla's dan los s P would cause her to
Speaker 1: have a severe reaction days later in the form of bruises.
Speaker 1: Stacy told a few people, including my ex, that I
Speaker 1: did that to her, even though it was entirely consensual
Speaker 1: and no harm was intended. I even have a screenshot
Speaker 1: of her saying it's OK, babe, We were just play
Speaker 1: fighting after she sent me photos of her legs and
Speaker 1: insisted I like olaying fighting with you. Obviously, her spelling
Speaker 1: mistake was meant to say play fast forward a few
Speaker 1: more weeks, she decides to go to bed early, but says,
Speaker 1: wake me up with your private part if you feel
Speaker 1: like it. So, after a few hours and a hell
Speaker 1: yet brother had passed and I was ready to sleep,
Speaker 1: I did exactly that. She was into it, I was
Speaker 1: into it. Once done, we fell back asleep. She commented
Speaker 1: that it was exactly how she wanted to be woken up.
Speaker 1: She had sent me several texts in the past two
Speaker 1: saying similar things. Thank goodness I saved them all. Now,
Speaker 1: a few more weeks later, I pick her up from
Speaker 1: war and she straight up asked me if she could
Speaker 1: be intimate with her same sex friend. I was appalled
Speaker 1: and disgusted and felt like our relationship meant nothing to
Speaker 1: her any more. This is where our relationship became toxic,
Speaker 1: and she turned me into an angry, jealous person and
Speaker 1: for some reason wondered why I didn't like her friend
Speaker 1: very much. Now for the crucial part, in early twenty
Speaker 1: twenty two, we were on and off again, every other week.
Speaker 1: In the thought of her with some one else drove
Speaker 1: me crazy. I went off my medications gabapentin, clonazepam, lituta, mertazepin,
Speaker 1: vivance and spent days wide awake, got fired from my
Speaker 1: job and was at my wits end. I then tried
Speaker 1: to end my own life after Stacy said in a
Speaker 1: text that she was going to spend the night with
Speaker 1: someone else while I was in the middle of an
Speaker 1: emotional meltdown that some one else was her ax. I
Speaker 1: woke up in the hospital the next day, hooked up
Speaker 1: to several machines and one hell of a sore throat
Speaker 1: from getting my stomach pumped. I spent a few days
Speaker 1: in the hospital while I'm sure she was having a
Speaker 1: great time with her ex. We tried talking it out
Speaker 1: over the next few weeks, but one morning I caught
Speaker 1: Stacy red handed talking to my ex about me. I
Speaker 1: immediately asked her what she was talking about and to
Speaker 1: show me. She said no, and I told her to leave.
Speaker 1: She initially refused until I threatened to start tossing her
Speaker 1: property off my one story deck. She didn't take me
Speaker 1: seriously until I grabbed her bag and tossed it into
Speaker 1: the snow bank below. I then grabbed several items, including
Speaker 1: a coffee cup, clothing, and anything else that was hers,
Speaker 1: including unfortunately food. I was completely manic at the time
Speaker 1: and didn't have a single brain cell left. One of
Speaker 1: the items I tossed down was a container of yogurt,
Speaker 1: which didn't directly hit her. However, the flimsy plastic container
Speaker 1: immediately busted open on impact, like a baby yogurt bomb,
Speaker 1: and she got some on her jacket. Allegedly. Fast forward
Speaker 1: a few days later in Stacy is still sending me
Speaker 1: mixed signals about our relationship and really playing with my emotions.
Speaker 1: Stacy then filed a restraining order against me without notice.
Speaker 1: She continued the conversation with me. Five days after she
Speaker 1: got the order. It was Valentine's Day, so I gave
Speaker 1: her the ultimatum finally be with me, or I'll be
Speaker 1: with some one else tonight. She called me briefly, and
Speaker 1: she asked what I meant, and I said exactly what
Speaker 1: I said. She told me to work on myself more,
Speaker 1: and maybe I wasn't having any of that. So I
Speaker 1: went out with the girl I had matched with on
Speaker 1: Tinder earlier. That day to begin the process of moving on.
Speaker 1: Two days later, I hear a knock at my door.
Speaker 1: I had eight officers knock on my door and place
Speaker 1: me under arrest for assault, causing bodily harm, the leg photos, harassment,
Speaker 1: calling and texting repeatedly violating the restraining order that was
Speaker 1: in place that I had no idea existed. I was
Speaker 1: brought to the police station. First, I tried explaining my
Speaker 1: side of the story and even offered evidence in the
Speaker 1: form of the text about the assault and gave full detail,
Speaker 1: but the police officer told me to shit up woman beater.
Speaker 1: The cop and I then got into a childish back
Speaker 1: and forth before finally I was brought to the station.
Speaker 1: I maintained my right to remain silent. Once at the station,
Speaker 1: called a lawyer from the telephone book and was then
Speaker 1: transported to another area. As it was winter, I was
Speaker 1: wearing a winter jacket. I took my jacket off and
Speaker 1: stuck the sleeve through the top of the door and
Speaker 1: then around the corner of the door. Tied both arms
Speaker 1: together to make as effective of a noose as possible.
Speaker 1: Because I was tapping out I didn't belong there. Obviously.
Speaker 1: This got caught on camera and my cell was rushed
Speaker 1: by officers who used what I believed to be excessive
Speaker 1: force by slamming me neck first into the bench behind me,
Speaker 1: not only causing me to hit my head really hard,
Speaker 1: but also could have obliterated my neck. Luckily for me,
Speaker 1: I guess I've been drinking my milk. I was held
Speaker 1: overnight for my court appearance in the a M and
Speaker 1: got a thousand dollars no cash bond, meaning I don't
Speaker 1: pay it unless I mess up again. I was then
Speaker 1: under the impression i'd be good to go home soon. Nope.
Speaker 1: Apparently after I left, the judge didn't realize I violated
Speaker 1: a restraining order and sent me to jail for four
Speaker 1: of the longest days of my life in a suicide blanket,
Speaker 1: locked up. I did nothing wrong. My four days in
Speaker 1: jail could be a whole other post, but anyway, I
Speaker 1: got out. I went down the strait and narrow and
Speaker 1: kept my nose clean. And that's when Stacy contacted me.
Speaker 1: Saint Patti's day. She got drunk, called me, offered to
Speaker 1: uber to see me, and she did. It was a
Speaker 1: dumb call on my end, but I just missed her
Speaker 1: and loved her so much at the time. She came
Speaker 1: over at like five a m. And she immediately said,
Speaker 1: let's just pretend it's like old times, and we did
Speaker 1: for two days. When she stayed with me. She told
Speaker 1: me she told the police what she did because she
Speaker 1: just wanted a break and didn't think they'd take it
Speaker 1: this seriously. When it was time for her to go,
Speaker 1: she said, call me later, love you, and I left
Speaker 1: back home. A couple of hours later, I got a
Speaker 1: knock on my door from the police again. Apparently she
Speaker 1: ratted herself out to the police, prompting a warning. It
Speaker 1: was clear to me she was as good for me
Speaker 1: as flint water, and that was the last time we spoke.
Speaker 1: At my first court appearance a week or two later,
Speaker 1: I was tapped on the shoulder by a detective and
Speaker 1: asked to speak with me outside. He identified himself and
Speaker 1: told me he's working with Stacy and that I should
Speaker 1: be hearing from him soon. Knows we've seen spoken with
Speaker 1: each other, and he expects more charges. He called me
Speaker 1: a couple of days later and scheduled a day for
Speaker 1: an interview. My lawyer told me he would likely be
Speaker 1: arresting me for something else. But I had no idea
Speaker 1: what but he told me to keep my composure and
Speaker 1: most importantly shut up. I went for the interview, and
Speaker 1: you guessed it. I was immediately placed under arrest. I
Speaker 1: wasn't handcuffed or anything, but that's when he told me
Speaker 1: I'm being placed under arrest for essay and another assault,
Speaker 1: contrary to my lawyer's advice. I lost it on the
Speaker 1: cop and told him the story in facts. Again offered
Speaker 1: to show him texts, screenshots, et cetera. He didn't care.
Speaker 1: When he alluded to the second assault charge. I kept
Speaker 1: my mouth shut as I had no idea what he
Speaker 1: was talking about. He kept trying to pry at me,
Speaker 1: and finally he asked, did you throw yogurt at her?
Speaker 1: I laughed and said O K. I think I'm done
Speaker 1: answering questions and I will wait for disclosure from my lawyer.
Speaker 1: The cop got curt and ended the interview and I
Speaker 1: was free to go. I then had to sit and
Speaker 1: wait for a year and a half for my court date.
Speaker 1: In that time, Stacy took to social media to cancel me,
Speaker 1: claiming I'm a violent person with violent tendencies or something
Speaker 1: to that effect, posting photos of me along with my
Speaker 1: full name and left me aloner for the last eight
Speaker 1: months because everyone I know hates me over her social
Speaker 1: media post, which garnered a lot of attention. Because I
Speaker 1: had a lot of friends, especially in the local music
Speaker 1: scene and hospitality industry, I became withdrawn from society, but
Speaker 1: thankfully I acquired a girl friend prior to the grand
Speaker 1: cancelation whom I'm still with, and she supported me through
Speaker 1: it all as best she could. Unfortunately, the idea of
Speaker 1: hitting Stacy with a cease and desist didn't happen until
Speaker 1: the post was already screen capped and shared among other people.
Speaker 1: She complied, but it had gotten out of control. By
Speaker 1: the time I got my lawyer on it, I was
Speaker 1: being publicly shamed because some one got yogurt on their jacket.
Speaker 1: In an unfavorable situation for both parties. I almost died
Speaker 1: and she got to go be with her ex over
Speaker 1: it seems fair. About a month ago, my lawyer gave
Speaker 1: me two options, go to trial twenty k including the
Speaker 1: fees I've already paid him, or plead guilty to one
Speaker 1: count of assault the yogurt incident. It took me a
Speaker 1: few days, but I decided to opt for the latter,
Speaker 1: only because I know our justice system is flawed in
Speaker 1: fighting all charges versus taking the hit on one and
Speaker 1: getting it discharged from my record after two years as
Speaker 1: a much safer bet, so I did exactly that. Unfortunately,
Speaker 1: I have to report to a probation officer once a
Speaker 1: month now, but other than that, I am finally free
Speaker 1: of her and the pain she has caused me. This week,
Speaker 1: I've decided I'm going to be happy. I bought lots
Speaker 1: of music recording equipment some games I've been dying to play.
Speaker 1: I don't know if I should publicly address my friends
Speaker 1: on my currently deactivated social media accounts explaining my side
Speaker 1: of the story. I went to the grocery store without
Speaker 1: a face mask, tattoos out, and hatless, and it felt liberating,
Speaker 1: like I was finally back in control of my life.
Speaker 1: And this, my friends, is why you never get involved
Speaker 1: in complicated situations. Thanks for reading. If you did