Officially Free Forever
I have full confidence in the judge of the local Superior court to have the sanity to not grant the petition for protection that my parents took out against me one week ago today.
At approximately the same time of day, one week later, Erik (my chosen 3rd party) served my parents my "Declaration" (my "response). I suppose I have to keep the content of that story private, though it's funny and juicy as all hell. But anyway, apparently, my parents (and probably my brother) are still living at the same house, and apparently, they haven't ever filed a police report for me or pressed charges regarding their accusations against me. I know this because Erik and I next stopped at the Shariff's office to pick up a copy of whatever they had on file for me. Only one thing, and it wasn't filed against me, but my name was mentioned. Several years ago, a couple of other iron-fisted parents filed a report on their own daughter, as well as charged her $1,000.00, because she forgot to set the parking break in her car and it rolled down a hill into my (parents') mailbox and busted it. I didn't report it - instead, they offered to pay for a new mailbox, and even installed it themselves after I picked it out and brought it home. Um, my name being involved in that single report has no bearing on anything current, except that those people could be called upon to say that I'm a reasonable human being.
Anyway, the bridge has been burned, to smithereens. But really, my parents were the ones who lit the bonfire in the middle. I mean, seriously, it's uncool to both take out an order against your own progeny -- and then lie all over the place about said progeny! It's rather illogical. Hmmm....
Right now, because of the kindness of two women who've taken me into their apartment, and because of the continued love, prayers, and support of people like Erik, Alex, Michael, Karianna, Jack and Karina, Laura and others, I'm making it through this. Everyone's convinced that the judge will drop this whole thing. I'm mostly convinced. I already know that this is only a civil thing, not a criminal one anyway, so it's not going to end in anyone going to jail. But the judge will have the right, and possibly the responsibility, to ask both my parents and me the same question, "Do you want to press charges?" In all honesty, though I wish I could, I can't prove a damn thing that happened, not conclusively. I have one journal entry that describes how my dad threatened to kill me when I was 14, which was written that same night. But that's not conclusive to anything. Really, just about nothing that either they or I are saying has any real proof. My parents are free to press charges if they like, but I don't see how they could or should win. As for me, I have neither the time nor the resources to deal with that. My life is far to complex already. I've thought about taking out a protection order for Jeff, but instead have left that up to Adult Protective Services. I'm tired of worrying about whether I should be filing such reports or not. I'd rather let APS do what they're going to do.
What freedom means to me is not having to live in fear or with harsh, cruel, or apathetic treatment. I am free.
PS. Erik, thanks for the Ginger-beer ;)
At approximately the same time of day, one week later, Erik (my chosen 3rd party) served my parents my "Declaration" (my "response). I suppose I have to keep the content of that story private, though it's funny and juicy as all hell. But anyway, apparently, my parents (and probably my brother) are still living at the same house, and apparently, they haven't ever filed a police report for me or pressed charges regarding their accusations against me. I know this because Erik and I next stopped at the Shariff's office to pick up a copy of whatever they had on file for me. Only one thing, and it wasn't filed against me, but my name was mentioned. Several years ago, a couple of other iron-fisted parents filed a report on their own daughter, as well as charged her $1,000.00, because she forgot to set the parking break in her car and it rolled down a hill into my (parents') mailbox and busted it. I didn't report it - instead, they offered to pay for a new mailbox, and even installed it themselves after I picked it out and brought it home. Um, my name being involved in that single report has no bearing on anything current, except that those people could be called upon to say that I'm a reasonable human being.
Anyway, the bridge has been burned, to smithereens. But really, my parents were the ones who lit the bonfire in the middle. I mean, seriously, it's uncool to both take out an order against your own progeny -- and then lie all over the place about said progeny! It's rather illogical. Hmmm....
Right now, because of the kindness of two women who've taken me into their apartment, and because of the continued love, prayers, and support of people like Erik, Alex, Michael, Karianna, Jack and Karina, Laura and others, I'm making it through this. Everyone's convinced that the judge will drop this whole thing. I'm mostly convinced. I already know that this is only a civil thing, not a criminal one anyway, so it's not going to end in anyone going to jail. But the judge will have the right, and possibly the responsibility, to ask both my parents and me the same question, "Do you want to press charges?" In all honesty, though I wish I could, I can't prove a damn thing that happened, not conclusively. I have one journal entry that describes how my dad threatened to kill me when I was 14, which was written that same night. But that's not conclusive to anything. Really, just about nothing that either they or I are saying has any real proof. My parents are free to press charges if they like, but I don't see how they could or should win. As for me, I have neither the time nor the resources to deal with that. My life is far to complex already. I've thought about taking out a protection order for Jeff, but instead have left that up to Adult Protective Services. I'm tired of worrying about whether I should be filing such reports or not. I'd rather let APS do what they're going to do.
What freedom means to me is not having to live in fear or with harsh, cruel, or apathetic treatment. I am free.
PS. Erik, thanks for the Ginger-beer ;)
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