I guess I did lose track of time, or, with everything going on, it’s easy to get so consumed by all the nonsense.
Everyday is now an explosion or hostile action from them both. I risked an assault from them both yesterday by sweeping the kitchen floor and vacuuming while they were both out of the house. They don’t want the house cleaned. So far, they haven’t noticed the floor is missing filth. Maybe this evening when I get in, I’ll get slapped by her or some object thrown at me while being pummeled with screams of profanity and insults. Maybe he’ll literally spit in my face again. Oh yes! He spits and feels no remorse for it.
Two days ago, he came at me stark naked as a jay bird screaming obscenities and threats of having me arrested. The reason? While they were both out of the house, I washed the dogs water dish that was in their bedroom of the slime that was plastered on it and replaced the filthy slimy dead bug infested water with fresh clean water. They don’t want her to have fresh clean water in a clean bowl, which I believe is why she is sick. She has terrible diarrhea every day now and is rarely eating. I have asked them on numerous occasions if I could have her water dish so I could clean it and refill it with fresh water and they always respond with an angry “NO!” followed by profanity and insults. They are certainly free to clean her water dish themselves and refill the dish with fresh clean water, but they never do. So, the dog is now sick.
They don’t want the house cleaned which is not unusual. Over the years, they have refused to let me clean the house, then they go to the neighbors and tell them that I am a “lazy fat b*%@ch who sits on her fat A%# all day long and does nothing!!!!!!!!!” along with screaming the same lies to me. Then, when the house gets to the point of beyond running down the street screaming like the famous painting “The Scream” by Edvard Munch, she’ll tell me to clean the house and I have only 8 hours on one (1) day to clean it which leaves me bedridden for at least two days. It cannot be done even with an able-bodied house cleaning crew. The last time she pulled this stunt, I told her the truth that cleaning her house is a daily effort and cannot be done one time per week. She did not like what I said, but it is the truth. Unless you clean the house EVERY DAY, you’re setting yourself up for injury.
When I cleaned the downstairs bathroom, he would immediately go into the bathroom and intentionally urinate all over the bathroom, everywhere. Then, he would take fecal matter, whether his or the dogs and smear it all over the toilet, walls, wherever. I would go in and clean that mess up and as soon as I was finished, he would go back in and repeat it. This would continue until he ran out of fecal matter. This is not a matter of insanity because he is fully aware of what he does. He laughs and gloats about all the times he does this. So, the bathroom hasn’t been cleaned by me for some time now and because of there being no joy for him to undo my cleaning, he has now chosen to take up urinating in a plastic cottage cheese container in their den/library when he sees me. I go into the kitchen because I do not want to see this. My female abductor, of course, blames me for his ruining her oriental rugs and Brazilian Tigerwood floors with his urinating in the library.
With everything going on I’ve always had the comfort that at least my contact in Pennsylvania was protecting this child. It always gave me consolation that even though all earthly hell was and is breaking loose around me, at least she is protected. Even when I did not know they had gone up to Pennsylvania, they would come back shaking and I would find out they were up there when I saw the “Blue Goose” pie boxes. I would figure out Pennsylvania was on top of the situation even though I didn’t know and therefore could not warn them of my abductors planned trips. This gave me peace that at least this child is protected. So, imagine my sheer terror when I discovered looking on the internet for something else that my contact retired… 3 and 1/2 years ago! I thought I was going to die of a heart attack! I honestly believed I was going to have a heart attack.
I would send emails only when I knew of a planned trip and never requested nor expected contact, because, why should I? I respect that my contact and his officers have a great many responsibilities and I am not going to waste their time with unnecessary calls and other forms of unnecessary contact. I was and still am so grateful, appreciative, and thankful that they were and still are protecting this child. I admit there were times when I worried about “what if he retires? What am I going to do? Will the new contact be receptive, or will he be a cop who subscribes to the Virginia Way Philosophy ( wait until she’s missing and dead in a ditch)”. I guess I had the normal human response of ” I shouldn’t worry because what will probably happen is she will grow up, be married with her second child on the way before he retires.”
HAH! Boy did I deceive myself!
So, now I am stressing about what to do.
Looking For My Birth Parents That I Was Abducted From 