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Dear {A} and {D}
Deat {D}~
Post apocalyptic jealousy
The post apocalyptic relationship between {D} and I was weird. The final text exchange was in November 2024. The breakdown had occurred and while I think he wanted to stay friends, I had reached the decision after the Wolfson explosion that I was going to fight this tooth and nail because I'm not a whore and I didn't deserve what he did to me.
My apocalypse, not his.
The Apocalypse. That’s what {D} called the email. That was his apocalypse, not mine. Mine was slow and twisted and incomprehensible to someone who has never lived that massive train wreck that kept rolling for almost 6 months of my life. I’ve talked about the realization of what happened to me. I have spoken about how there are stages. I have yet to find the words to quite describe how and what happened in a way that I think people could understand the insanity and mind fuck of the whole realization of trauma. Like it fucked me up. Bad. Like really bad. I can’t describe what the realization feels like and the pace or lack thereof that it rolls at.
Before the apocalypse
I’ve been looking at screen shots because of the apocaversery. Things went weird really quickly.
Pain doesn’t last
It is so hard to explain the way that reaizization hits you. I was asked recently why I didn’t go to the police. This is a valid question. I didn’t think they would believe me. I’m still not 100% sure if it’s real or not. It is so obvious but so subjective apparently. I seek validation for my feelings and my hurt and the part of me that is now missing. I want to know what happened to her. I want to know where she went and if {D} was always right about it and it isn’t what it seems.{D} spent way too much time in my head before, during, and after. {D} was the only person I talked to about it. {D} was my support system for my rape where {D} was the rapist. Does that shit make sense to anyone?
Apocaversary with KT-M
It is the one year apocaversary. My what a year it has been. I spent the Sunday with a friend, {C}. He and I had a bit of a falling out several months ago. He apologized to me for it and spent the weekend explaining why I deserve so much better than {D} and others. Still not sure I believe him, but it felt really good to have someone say nice things about me. I do deserve better.
FL>AS>VT>NV>VT
I can’t sleep. I have been researching all day. I found one of {D}’s DUIs. So that exists. I found a website with a username of his he uses for kink websites (so I’ve been told) that is just really disturbing writing that was never completed about graphic violence and rape. I don’t know if it is actually him or not but the themes of alcoholism, violence, and rape seem to be there. I don’t know if I want to keep researching.
Stupid mistakes
Fuck me I fucked up. I was looking at the copy and paste I did for the blog here of the lawsuit and I fucking filed the wrong version. Contextually it’s sound but I had a better version and I picked the wrong one for pdf because I had 5 versions on my computer. Goddamnit. So I’m going to look like an idiot and {D} is going to rip that shit apart and I will be fucked in court
A-25-921868-C District Court Clark County, NV
DISTRICT COURTCLARK COUNTY NEVADA CASE NO: A-25-921868-C Department 11{K}Plaintiffv.{D}Defendant
Happy Birthday to Me
It’s my birthday today. 46. I’m not doing okay. I can see what year has done to me. I can see the cracks and the lack of that light inside me. I can the last year overlaying my face and soul.
Did I mention I’m a genius
I’m in a state of flux. I made some complaints and requested some help from some federal entities. I sent an email to Legal Aid. I’m waiting on a dozen FOIAs to be returned. I feel like a goddamn lunatic thinking this shit is actually happening. Like this cannot possibly be happening. This isn’t real and it can’t be because this shit doesn’t happen in real life. Not for a schmuck like {D}. Am I not seeing it? Like I see my mistakes but they were within realm. Sorry I’m a slut, I can still be raped. Sorry we were having a sex party, I still got raped. Sorry you blocked my email address so I over reacted and sent to some people, it was still a complaint about being raped. Sorry I fell in love with a psychopath, I have horrible taste in men, I was still raped.
My Thoughts and Reflections
Through this blog, I aim to share my thoughts, reflections, and experiences as I navigate through this challenging time. I hope that my story can resonate with others who have gone through similar situations.
Seeking Support
If you or someone you know is going through a similar experience, remember that you are not alone. Reach out for help and support. Together, we can overcome.