Declassified Files: Power to Sue

Creggan,

I am having more than a few difficulties here at the town house, but before I get to those problems I want to give you some direction.

I have written this to you before, however it has come to my attention that my emails, messaging’s, texts, and so forth have not always been received by the intended person to whom they were addressed.

In this townhouse I have been living a perpetual nightmare.  I have not found the means to support myself, as well as, not being able to participate in a social life as I have no more friends anymore, nor do I have a man really and truly in my life for whom I can spend the rest of my life with.  Not a virtual man.  For nothing else in the world matters if you do not have love.  I have not had a man love me for decades.  In my whole life I have never really been loved.  Using a person as a means to an end, or for entertainment – is not love.

I have come to an end of my endurance for the struggle and ability to continue as if I am ok when I am deeply, deeply emotionally traumatized and depressed.  So, I want it known – I am sending this to you, as well as, publishing it on my website.  If for any reason I end up dead, or hurt I give you the power to sue for wrongful death.  Whether I kill myself, car accident, or some unexplained mystery of a death.  You need to sue for wrongful death.

As to the problems at the townhome.  Every day I come home from work there are problems I find that have to be fixed.

1. There is a buzzing coming from a box in the garage. I have no idea how to get someone to fix that.
2. The water dispenser has stopped working on the refrigerator.
3. The dryer has stopped drying.
4. The lights on the stairwell do not function properly to stay on and off.

These are just the problems that I am unable to take care of or fix myself.  I have attempted several versions to fix the dryer which have not worked.  The garage door has been worked on several times.  I cannot begin to tell you how many locks I have replaced in this house trying to put an end to the abuse.

Enough is enough.

This isolation is killing me.  Not being a part of the real world where I used to have friends.  Not being allowed to date men for real.

I am hurting in a way I cannot describe.  No one hears me or understands the need to end it all.

At this very moment I am exceptionally unwell.  I am so sick.  I have been sick for days.  I can’t get out of bed I am so sick.  So, I am ending this email.  I feel there is more I should share, however I am so sick.