This Might Need a Part 2 …
“For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.”
Imagine being so scared and prideLESS about ALMOST* getting a well-deserved, butt whoopin that you run downtown and spend your good Saturday afternoon completing paperwork to file criminal assault charges and a restraining order.
So, we went to baby girl's cheer event on a Saturday morning with my intention on seeing her mother in person. A lot transpired in the weeks [and years] leading up to this day though. One thing that happened just a few days prior was me being contacted from a "fake" number and the person behind it insulting and threatening me over text messages [there’s a backstory to that part too]. In that text exchange, I held my own with the insults but I'm not one to go back and forth with anyone all day, let's link and turn those twitter fingers into ….. ! So anyway, I saw her quickly leaving the game on that Saturday, so I walked beside her and inquired on some "so what was said? what was that **** you been talking on my phone?" She knew exactly what I was talking about but proceeded to tell me it was not her. Cap. And on the rare chance that it wasn't her (because let's pretend she wasn't the culprit), without a doubt she for sure gave "whomever it was" access to my number to carry out her dirty work. Sis looked spooked like she was seeing a ghost and I was close enough to her face to detect the fear in her eyes, despite her rattling off more insults at me and my husband as we stood near her car. Talk is cheap and I’m smart enough to know I couldn’t touch her first and I didn’t; but when she bumped me with the excuse that she was trying to leave, I removed her from my personal space. That was it, but enough to make her “cry in the car.” I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to fight that girl. I was truly fed up! I came to realize though, you can’t fight with someone who doesn’t have a lot to lose and I do, which is what she exploited. Time revealed she was spooked indeed, so much so that my MIL called later to tell me that Scaredy Cat (remember when we called people that as kids? lol) was headed downtown to the police station.
Essentially, she filed for a restraining order and criminal assault. When we got to court a few weeks later to address the restraining order, after being asked whether I had been showing up when she’s at the grocery store, her job, etc and her resounding “Nos,” her request for a restraining order was immediately denied. She had also filed a formal complaint with the AF IG's office (The Inspector General independently assesses and reports on the overall readiness, economy, efficiency, and the state of discipline through specified inquiries, investigations and inspections), which traveled all the way up my chain of command and prompted a sit-down with my commander to explain what was going on. Embarrassing. Nothing came of that either though. By the end of the year, I was heading to Biloxi for military training for the next 5 months, so the assault case was put on hold until my return. Due to certain conditions of my jobs (and the school in Biloxi), certain situations must be reported - a pending court case is one of them. Also embarrassing. This situation hung over my head for the entire time I was away. The struggles I dealt with as a temporary single parent of a toddler while balancing the challenging coursework, and on top of that being falsely accused of something (criminal assault) that, depending on the outcome, could ruin it all.
My husband had hired a lawyer and talked to a few folks he knows in the legal world about the situation on my behalf. Upon my return, circa June/July 2022, a court date was scheduled to address the assault case. The day rolled around to handle this once and for all. We sat in court for about two hours before I was finally called up. I hadn’t even met my lawyer in person until this day and had only spoken to him twice over the phone. Apparently he had already done some preliminary attorney things by speaking to the judge about getting this silly case thrown out and that’s exactly what happened, despite the prosecutor attempting to get the case continued STILL. There was no camera footage, no evidence, no witnesses, NOTHING HAPPENED. It was a complete waste of everyone’s time and our money. Scaredy pants never even showed up to court. Even the time or two I had to show to get the case continued before I went to Biloxi, she never showed for the criminal assault she accused me of. #Unserious.
After the years of [essentially] cyberbullying that I've endured from this one person and the numerous attempts to make our lives unnecessarily difficult, that butt whoopin would not have been without merit (those who know, know. I have stories you probably wouldn't believe and screenshots to prove it). ALL of the attempted attacks have been senseless and baseless, but this was the worst of them all. On top of that, anyone in their right mind would question how the bully is the same person that ran downtown to file assault charges against the person they've preyed on for years, as opposed to, I don't know, just "duking it out" perhaps? LOL
Imagine attempting to jeopardize someone's career while simultaneously jeopardizing things that your daughter is a beneficiary of provided by that career. That’s wild and shows that her shenanigans have never actually been about her concern for the wellbeing of their child. Her actions have proven how deep bitterness and hatred can take someone and I don’t wish that kind of unhappiness and mental instability on anyone. I will never claim victimhood, though I know in my heart I never deserved this or any other harassment I have received over the years. I have numerous reasons to hate this person, but I can't. I actually have nothing for this person - neither love nor hate at this time. Harboring malice in my heart does not benefit me, nor will it create any sense of remorse in the offender. As it stands, she is my enemy though and I have prayed for her. Just know I don’t speak negatively about her in front of the child either, which is actually challenging sometimes when we find out about some of the dumb things she’s done, or in the case of her daughter, doesn’t do. Outside of that, I owe her no apologies and I despise when anyone tries to convince me otherwise. I’m just simply sharing my story…
