Immoral Monday

I am feeling uneasy today. Things have been weird all day, and I don’t know if it’s just in my head, but I feel something bad on the brink. I’m also having serious doubts about this blog.

My day started with watching {D} and his kid read my post in tandem. They seem to do that. I wish I knew why. Laughing at the woman he drove insane by raping her? Glad I can give you the bonding time. It’s just fucking bizarre. And creepy. And seek family counseling, because I’m not a psychiatrist, but that shit seems unhealthy.

I’m half hoping it’s something like his penance — that he’s reading and seeing what he did to me and the kid is making him do it. That’s the hope, at least, because I can’t think of any other good reason for that to be happening. The rest of the reasons are too disturbing to consider.

I finally got an answer to the lawsuit. I raped myself according to {D}. But my favorite part is that I am “guilty of immoral, unconscionable conduct.” I mean, it is Monday. Immoral Mondays are my jam.

Then I got the threatening email to follow up. She wanted {R} and {M} on the suit. Nay, and I told her why. But I said it in a way; I said, “That can happen.” Never fucking said it was going to. Lots of things can happen. {D} can go to prison. It’s unlikely at this point, but he can. I was never going to agree to that. But I think I figured out she is my Utah visitor via relay.

And in a completely unrelated matter — in my personal opinion — I think I figured out which lady lawyer {D} was fucking. That’s one less public-records request I need. It’s immoral Monday for everyone.

But the answer is laughable to me. I may be wrong; I’m not an attorney. It’s my understanding that at this point, in default, it’s done, so I’m pretty sure they are just threatening shit to see if I’ll do it. I’m just going to go to the hearing and do my best. Let the video speak for itself. It does. That’s been my point all along. It’s on video, and what is on film is fact. I said “No” clearly and multiple times. That happened — against my will, if I was saying no. I told him to stop. He is clearly penetrating, so we do have all the elements for the legal definition of sexual assault.

Oh, and he denied some stuff I have on texts from him, so frankly, even if it wasn’t already moot, the answer is deceptive. I checked — it is not perjury, but it is a bad-faith denial. {D} made demonstrably false statements contradicting evidence. That’s his problem. I can prove what I said. I have it backed up with his own words multiple times.

I don’t know if the storm is coming or if this was a little show to put her on there because of my notice on Friday. They are not going through her firm; she is doing it independently. Now, I have asked LawyerBoy to represent me, and what he told me was that his malpractice insurance is through his employer, and unless he is working for them, the malpractice insurance won’t cover it. So, no. So I still believe it to be odd, in my personal opinion. But it is immoral Monday after all.

I’m actually debating about just letting it go back and taking it to a jury. That’s what I want and have wanted. I want American justice. I want a jury of his peers to see the evidence, listen to the testimony, and come to a decision. That decision would be very important to me. Again, this is something I’m doing on principle alone. It’s my belief that there is some justice left in the world. I didn’t get it criminally yet. Should have, but not yet. But I need justice. And I’m not going to let anyone take that drive for what is just and right away from me. It might be immoral Monday, but those are my morals.

I’m not scared. Fuck them. Fuck {D}. I fight stupid, so let’s fucking go. And reminder, {D}, this could have been solved way back when with playground rules if you had not been too much of a pussy to show up and fucking fight me. Such a pansy. Afraid you would get your ass kicked by a girl?