Our daughter was communicating with him in order to get her things. He had texted her to meet him the next morning and he would "allow" her access to go in and get what she needed, or in our case, what was left.
I didn't feel comfortable letting her go alone so I planned to ride with her. My boyfriend didn't feel comfortable with either of us going, so we all went. And thank God we did. He had the neighbors, his mother, his brother, his girlfriend and her three daughters, our son and his girlfriend all with him. Can you imagine if I would have sent my girl alone?
It was, as you can imagine, an argument. My daughter told her grandmother what she thought. His girlfriend came running across the yard to attack us. The daughter videoing. My son in my face and my ex cussing us out because why? Oh that's right. Because he broke in our home and stole our things, packed our things in garbage bags, and changed the locks so of course we deserve to be attacked and cussed out.
It was the first time I had been face to face with the woman I like to call "Amy." Again, another story for another time. I couldn't help it. All of the anger and betrayal inside of me was too much so I let her know exactly what I thought of her. Her reputation is as i'm sure you can imagine. I believe she has three children, with three different fathers. My ex husband will be her husband number four or five. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut, but I do believe after everything I have gone through with no retaliation on my side, my words were appropriate.
The cops were called and they told us we could all go inside together, but that my child and I should not step foot on the neighbors yard. Yes, you heard me correct. After all the harassment and abuse, we were told to keep off their yard. This was the beginning of us knowing the neighbors and my ex had something with the police. It all started to make sense. The cop also told us that if we called again, we would all be arrested. So now, for sure my daughter and I felt the most unsafe we had ever felt.
The next day we go back to the house with my boyfriend to get what we couldn't get the day before. My son had talked to my boyfriend and they seemed to have understood each other to an extent. My boyfriend gave my son a call while we were on our way just to make sure no one was there and so we could quickly run in, get what we needed, and leave.
We have to break in our home again and climb over a mattress they had pushed up against the back door, climb over the couch that is set on top of our pool table to get in the basement door. That was my daughter's job. I had a broken foot at this time. Flip flops and darts in your 40's don't mix well.
My daughter and I are in the house and we hear screaming from outside. At least 15 people, my ex husband and his girlfriend and then her kids and my son and like 8 other teenagers are there. All to witness a man and his son cuss out a woman and her daughter. My ex has a gun tucked in his shorts and him and my son get in my boyfriend's face yelling "hit me, hit me." I push my boyfriend back and tell him they aren't worth it. My ex begins to scream ridiculous nonsense so I respond with take your whore and leave. He then threatens to "knock me out." He shoves me and then says "I will hit you harder than he ever has." Then proceeds to SPIT IN MY FACE. I don't know if you have ever been spit on before, but let me tell you I know God had me in that moment, because when I think about it now I probably would be in prison.
In that same moment the cops show up. We didn't call this time because we knew it would be pointless. They say there are too many people there with conflicting stories so we all just need to leave.
I have always been pro cops until this. I was always told I needed proof of physical abuse to obtain a TPO. Here it was, I finally had it, and the police refused to write it. It wasn't even put in the report. Completely left out. The gun, completely left out. This is how people are killed. The report from that night was ridiculous. Names were incorrect. One part it stated that my boyfriend hit himself. I had the video that showed it all. I still have it. But not enough evidence. The spit on my face, was not enough evidence.
How much can one person take? It was about to be at that point.
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