on July 7, 2018
It all started I May when my grandma died. She had take out a reverse mortgage on the house, and it was to be sold upon her passing. She died on May 12th, after turning 92 on April 19th. She died ten days before my birthday, and I never got to say goodbye. She had a blood clot from her leg that the doctors missed and it went straight to her heart and she died in her sleep, without a sound. Or so I'm told. My uncle and I had gone toLucky's to get something stupid like milk and coffee creamer, my uncle went in first since I walk a little slow. When I came in the door he looked at me and said "Grammys gone". I ran to her room and used my stethoscope on her. No heart sounds. No lung sounds. And I just sort of collapsed to the floor. By June we had the memorial where I opened with a solo. I sang Micheal Jacksons "Smile" without music. My grandma and I had sang the same song with music at my Morher's memorial. So I thought it right to sing to Grammy. As soon as we finished the memorial we went straight into packing the house and tidying it up for buyers to cruise. After two weeks of open houses 7 days a week, we got to offers but they didn't place them. So after week two we got another offer and our realtor accepted it. That was two days ago. Their drawing up the papers. Last night I didn't sleep, I stayed up all night packing. I'll be doing the same tonight. I'm trying to cherish every moment I have here since the house will be destroyed. And I'll have to look for a new place to live, but I don't know if I can leave Santa Clara County.........
I also FINALLY settled out my criminal case.
** For those of you that don't know- I'm a mom. And my daughter was sexually molested at school. So I brought her to the principal who did nothing but say there was no boy by that name. Then we went to the police station and about ten officers interviewed my daughter, my aunt, and myself. Then they gave us a detectives number who specializes in sexual assault. So a few days later we go see him and they interview my daughter, and then I get interviewed but it's really fucked up questions like " have I ever touched my daughter sexually." And when I denied I was told I was hiding something and that he wished I would tell him the truth. The interview and badgering continued. I showed him the pictures of her injuries. Then he seized my phone out of my hand. So I repeatedly talk into the recorder that he took my phone illegally and when he wouldn't trade I dropped it straight down on the carpet. He ordered me to leave so I grabbed my daughters hand and we left. We get the the parking lot and there's the detective body blocking us from leaving. Or getting anywhere near the car. I'd backup and he'd step forward. He was stalking us. He did this until all of a sudden he jumped on me and took me and my daughter to the ground, both our heads hitting the concrete. This is why I can't walk so good, I think it's permanent, but now I have nerve damage from my toes to my hips. Then he started to choke me out and I saw myself above me body so I bit him, I wasn't going to have him kill me right in front of her. By this time people where beating on him to let me go. A lady pulled my daughter away from me, and my aunt got her and the was immediately taken upstairs with my daughter by police in uniform. I was arrested and put in the back of cop car. When I got to jail I had to take out my snakebites. I was then booked and changed into their clothes and my stuff was locked away. I asked what I was charged with and it was resisting arrest and assaulting a police officer and disturbing the peace. I talked to a lady abut relapse that night since my charges weren't bad. It looked like it was going to happen. I went into a holding cell where I tried to call my family about bailing me out. Then after I hang up, I look at the screen on the door and it the detective that did all this. He just looks at me and smirks saying "good luck to you". I was confused at first, but figured it out when they called me. I asked about release and the lady laughed. Then she had me read a card saying I have the right not to be molested in jail. So I ask her what my charges are and the detective had charged me for molesting my daughter. Not only did he take her but he charged me for whatever reason. Then she showed me back to the holding cell. After awhile and tell my family they wouldn't let me leave, the opened the door and showed all of us to this white bus with metal cages where every seat would be. Then our cage seat was locked after we were in it. So the bus took off and went on the freeway and then reached its destination - prison. I stayed there for 3 days without my prescription meds laying in my own urine and soaked pants because I'm incontinent and they wouldn't give me new pants or a new adult underwear. Not to mention it was freezing so I covered myself with the urine blanket. Every morning at 3am they would bang on my door. Apparently that's when breakfast is served. Without my medication like my zofran for nausea, I couldn't eat the food. I'd take a it's or and that's about all I could get down if I was lucky and didn't puke it right back up. I survived of the fruit (Apple,banana,) and those little cartons of milk they give to elementary school kids. They actually listened to my complaint about not being able to hold my bladder. But there solution was dumb. They gave a new pair of underwear and two light absorbency menstrual pads. Needless to say it didn't hold. After three days they opened my cell and I was sent back on the bus again to the main jail where I stayed for two more days. On the third day I was told to look presentable since I had court that day. I was appointed a lawyer from NAMI (NationalAllianceforMentalillness) Ned she made it possible to be released on bond. This was about 9am. My family immediately went don and got my bond. And then came back and summitted it. I kept calling all day but no reply. Finally I got a hold of my family and they told me the bond was in and everything was in the works for me to be released but it would take several hours. So I stayed up instead of sleeping. And at midnight I was let out of my cell and told I made bail and shown to a room where I was hancuffed to a bolted chair. Then I had this mental evaluation exit interview and the I was take. Then I was taken trying to walk in shackles with my newly hurt feet and legs.once inside I was given my clothes back to change. And there I sat until 3 am when I could finally be released. My uncle came and got me. **
Since then there have been court dates over this , he kept my phone for over a year. Couldn't find a single drop of evidence on my phone of what he charged me with. So after months of trying and continuations I ended up taking a plea deal. They weren't going to drop all the sexual accusations even after they got a warrant and an expert to search my phone. They said the only way they would agree to drop all the sexual charges they could t find evidence is if I took the plea. So now I'm under supervision of the mental health and drug court. I've been sentenced to 4 YEARS probation, 100 hours community service. And to continue seeing my therapist and psychiatrist. My probation officer doesn't have my file yet so I can't start anything yet and I'm gonna go back to court and the judge twin look at me like why haven't you done anything yet? Meanwhile I am also finding another court case in buying my daughter's father for custody of my daughter now they want to go for custody to him because everybody in the room read the copy and paste Report from the criminal record into the dependency court where everyone believes it's true and they want to give custody to the father over it. Criminal gave me a 4 year restraining order, and depency gave me a 3 year restraining order. I'm not allowed to know where they live or where they are moving to. I also will not be allowed visitation. So next week will be the last time I see my daughter for four years.
In the meantime we've had to keep packing. This house is pretty much sold so I don't know where I'm going. I want canoga park but my probation officer hasn't said if I can live/leave Santa Clara County. Which makes it difficult because the Bay Area is so expensive.
But positive, I'm talking with this girl. I can't wait to meet her. She makes me smileߑɢ ❤️ߑ
Thanks for reading, feel free to comment.
Acinonyx rex
I also FINALLY settled out my criminal case.
** For those of you that don't know- I'm a mom. And my daughter was sexually molested at school. So I brought her to the principal who did nothing but say there was no boy by that name. Then we went to the police station and about ten officers interviewed my daughter, my aunt, and myself. Then they gave us a detectives number who specializes in sexual assault. So a few days later we go see him and they interview my daughter, and then I get interviewed but it's really fucked up questions like " have I ever touched my daughter sexually." And when I denied I was told I was hiding something and that he wished I would tell him the truth. The interview and badgering continued. I showed him the pictures of her injuries. Then he seized my phone out of my hand. So I repeatedly talk into the recorder that he took my phone illegally and when he wouldn't trade I dropped it straight down on the carpet. He ordered me to leave so I grabbed my daughters hand and we left. We get the the parking lot and there's the detective body blocking us from leaving. Or getting anywhere near the car. I'd backup and he'd step forward. He was stalking us. He did this until all of a sudden he jumped on me and took me and my daughter to the ground, both our heads hitting the concrete. This is why I can't walk so good, I think it's permanent, but now I have nerve damage from my toes to my hips. Then he started to choke me out and I saw myself above me body so I bit him, I wasn't going to have him kill me right in front of her. By this time people where beating on him to let me go. A lady pulled my daughter away from me, and my aunt got her and the was immediately taken upstairs with my daughter by police in uniform. I was arrested and put in the back of cop car. When I got to jail I had to take out my snakebites. I was then booked and changed into their clothes and my stuff was locked away. I asked what I was charged with and it was resisting arrest and assaulting a police officer and disturbing the peace. I talked to a lady abut relapse that night since my charges weren't bad. It looked like it was going to happen. I went into a holding cell where I tried to call my family about bailing me out. Then after I hang up, I look at the screen on the door and it the detective that did all this. He just looks at me and smirks saying "good luck to you". I was confused at first, but figured it out when they called me. I asked about release and the lady laughed. Then she had me read a card saying I have the right not to be molested in jail. So I ask her what my charges are and the detective had charged me for molesting my daughter. Not only did he take her but he charged me for whatever reason. Then she showed me back to the holding cell. After awhile and tell my family they wouldn't let me leave, the opened the door and showed all of us to this white bus with metal cages where every seat would be. Then our cage seat was locked after we were in it. So the bus took off and went on the freeway and then reached its destination - prison. I stayed there for 3 days without my prescription meds laying in my own urine and soaked pants because I'm incontinent and they wouldn't give me new pants or a new adult underwear. Not to mention it was freezing so I covered myself with the urine blanket. Every morning at 3am they would bang on my door. Apparently that's when breakfast is served. Without my medication like my zofran for nausea, I couldn't eat the food. I'd take a it's or and that's about all I could get down if I was lucky and didn't puke it right back up. I survived of the fruit (Apple,banana,) and those little cartons of milk they give to elementary school kids. They actually listened to my complaint about not being able to hold my bladder. But there solution was dumb. They gave a new pair of underwear and two light absorbency menstrual pads. Needless to say it didn't hold. After three days they opened my cell and I was sent back on the bus again to the main jail where I stayed for two more days. On the third day I was told to look presentable since I had court that day. I was appointed a lawyer from NAMI (NationalAllianceforMentalillness) Ned she made it possible to be released on bond. This was about 9am. My family immediately went don and got my bond. And then came back and summitted it. I kept calling all day but no reply. Finally I got a hold of my family and they told me the bond was in and everything was in the works for me to be released but it would take several hours. So I stayed up instead of sleeping. And at midnight I was let out of my cell and told I made bail and shown to a room where I was hancuffed to a bolted chair. Then I had this mental evaluation exit interview and the I was take. Then I was taken trying to walk in shackles with my newly hurt feet and legs.once inside I was given my clothes back to change. And there I sat until 3 am when I could finally be released. My uncle came and got me. **
Since then there have been court dates over this , he kept my phone for over a year. Couldn't find a single drop of evidence on my phone of what he charged me with. So after months of trying and continuations I ended up taking a plea deal. They weren't going to drop all the sexual accusations even after they got a warrant and an expert to search my phone. They said the only way they would agree to drop all the sexual charges they could t find evidence is if I took the plea. So now I'm under supervision of the mental health and drug court. I've been sentenced to 4 YEARS probation, 100 hours community service. And to continue seeing my therapist and psychiatrist. My probation officer doesn't have my file yet so I can't start anything yet and I'm gonna go back to court and the judge twin look at me like why haven't you done anything yet? Meanwhile I am also finding another court case in buying my daughter's father for custody of my daughter now they want to go for custody to him because everybody in the room read the copy and paste Report from the criminal record into the dependency court where everyone believes it's true and they want to give custody to the father over it. Criminal gave me a 4 year restraining order, and depency gave me a 3 year restraining order. I'm not allowed to know where they live or where they are moving to. I also will not be allowed visitation. So next week will be the last time I see my daughter for four years.
In the meantime we've had to keep packing. This house is pretty much sold so I don't know where I'm going. I want canoga park but my probation officer hasn't said if I can live/leave Santa Clara County. Which makes it difficult because the Bay Area is so expensive.
But positive, I'm talking with this girl. I can't wait to meet her. She makes me smileߑɢ ❤️ߑ
Thanks for reading, feel free to comment.
Acinonyx rex
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