My Stalker is Back

Let’s have a brief recap shall we. September 2011 my ex Derek Peter who I left in July of 2011 decides to start harassing, stalking and threatening to kill me and my family. He sent emails, text messages, left voice mails, slashed my tires, drained all of the oil out of my truck, tried to run me off the freeway, verbally and emotionally abused me. I filed a restraining order, had him served and he didn’t show up for court so I was granted a permanent restraining order good for the next 5 years. I have had way to many sleepless nights over the last year to count. Derek has been in and out of jail over the last year. Some of it was for violating the restraining order the rest was his own drug issues. He is Bi-polar and not on his meds. He is addicted to anything he can snort or smoke. He was medicated, had a job, car, place to live etc. Seemed normal then one day he flipped out and I left the next day. My life was in danger and I knew it. I was backed into the kitchen counter with a butcher block full of knives. Due to the fact that he is 6’6” he could have easily reached for a knife and stabbed me before I knew it happened. In one of his many hate filled voice mails he said and I quote “I am going to gut you like a fish.” He loves to fish and had a knife collection. The system failed me in every way. He served hardly any time for all of the torture he put me through and all of the criminal threats. If Derek was a black man he would have received the seven to ten year sentence that a criminal threats case carried. Instead he was sentenced to ninety days with three years probation. His criminal past is public record on the Superior Court site.

Tuesday December 18, 2012 at 11:15am my alarm goes off. Time to get up and get ready to head out. The house phone rings around 11:30am. My Mom answers the phone and a man asked if my Dad was home. She asked who was calling and he told said an old Army buddy. My Dad takes the call because he helps out Veterans all of the time. The man asked if I still lived here, if I moved out, is the address still the same? My Dad can’t get the guy to tell him who he is so he hangs up on him. The caller ID said the Hilton, Costa Mesa. My Mom calls back the hotel and asks for Derek Peter, after a brief hold she was connected to his room. How did he just get out of jail and is now living in the Hilton? Last Friday I got a call from a friend that said they ran into him at the Social Services office. We called the Sheriff right after the second call from the douchebag. He called my Dad over and over for God knows how man hours today. He recorded all of the calls and played it for the Sheriff when they arrived at our home 4 hours after being called. I guess if it was a bloody crime scene they would have been here sooner. Now Derek Peter is stalking my Dad. Stalking a Vietnam Veteran who was blown up in the war, woke up in a body bag because they said he was dead is NOT and I repeat Not a good idea. Did I mention he also has PTSD from the war. Derek is barking up the wrong tree. The Sheriff took the report and now we wait for the bullshit with the Detective the case will be assigned to and the DA from hell out here who doesn’t seem to think domestic violence cases are a priority. They will also pull the county line bullshit. I live in LA County he is in Orange County so who should arrest him is a game the Sheriff and the OCPD like to play.

Derek told my Dad to meet him on our porch at 4pm because there will be blood. My parents are retired and not in the best of health. My mom and I both have Lupus and my Dad suffers from war wounds till this day. I can’t and I wont go through what I lived through since last year. I am stronger than when it started. I know Derek is one mentally deranged and unstable person. The alarm system is set, I live across the street from a Police officer, I asked Santa for a 9mm for Christmas. Both my parents are trained how to shoot their guns. My Mom may be small but her 9mm can speak for her if he broke into our house. I am not going to let the anxiety consume me. I am going to watch my back as I have done everyday since this nightmare began. I will be damned if I let this douchebag hurt me or my family ever again. Fuck you Derek Peter, you aren’t going to mess up my holiday and my new year. I have a zero bullshit policy and it still stands. Why hasn’t Derek had an over dose or been shanked in the shower while in jail? Why do evil people get to be evil and not pay for their crimes? If I was stalking him I bet they would have me in that orange jump suit faster than I can say wait. I am tired but I will never give up, quit or be silent about this. Be on alert ladies he is back in Costa Mesa CA. He likes the pool hall on 19th street, don’t be shocked if she shows up at the Lounge one night soon. Maybe he can get his old job back as security :/

MoMo Out!

 

The Beginning of the End

In November I had my day in court with my former friend. After three hours with the mediator we reached an agreement. I didn’t get everything I asked for but who ever does. Our one armed “former friend” in my case paid the bill for her. After court we went to the bank and he gave me a cashiers check. I mailed it that very same day. I was asked more than once if I wanted the check made payable to me. I went to court to get the money owed to the bank in my name. I am so happy one of the boulders is off of my shoulders. One step left and it is over forever. I always use to say forever is as long as it lasts. We had our forever and it ended with me having a knife in my back. My divorce was much easier than this situation.

I have learned that you never really know anyone. That was proven to me by a person that I thought would be a life long friend. I have learned to never loan my name, credit or money to anyone ever again. I will always remember how easy going it was at first, then it went to hell on a bobsled. The person that use to be my BFF is gone now. I was sitting in a room with someone that felt like a total stranger even though we have known one another for over a decade. I didn’t believe anything she said to me. I didn’t really care to make small talk. I just wanted to get the entire thing over with. I will never forgive her for the things she did to me. I will however as time passes try and forget how my best friend fucked me over on so many levels. Quotes of that day: It’s only money right? I will earn more right? I helped you when we were friends. I gave you anything you wanted. You broke my couch so you should pay for part of it. That was when the mediator said break time and stay focused. I was focused from the moment I walked in the door.

In 2013 this will all be a bad dream. The bad memories will fade away. The new memories with my true friends who had my back during all of this drama will make me forget the bad stuff. I am happy that it is at the very end. I am sure they will still stalk my pages and my Blog to see what I say next. Just remember freedom of speech is my constitutional right. I lived this hell on earth for a very long time. I am thankful that I am at a peaceful place. I am thankful for all that I have been blessed with. Time heals all wounds. Derek Peter is in jail. Maybe this time they will keep him or he will drop the soap in the shower. I truly hope that everyone I know has a wonderful New Year. I am sure it will be a much better year.

MoMo Out!

 

P.S.

Completely random event happened yesterday. A customer comes to our pop up store at the Farmers Market. She starts asking about the clothing. Then asked me if I go to BBW Clubs. I told her I go to Bounce and Curves. Out of the blue she told me that she is a fan of my Blog. I said, ok so you know who I am. She said yes and she said that she had a really bad experience at the Lounge in OC. I started to laugh and so did she. I was told that the promoter was yelling at the photographer to stop taking photos of her, because she was better looking than the said promoter. Her and her friends drove two hours to be treated like shit. Her words not mine. My favorite line of the conversation was and I quote “I think she is just jealous of me because I am better looking than her.” Random person with a not so random experience. People I stand by my Blog. My point has been made now let’s move on.

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