August 9, 2017
David Wolfe,
I will apply every day for a job until I get away from you, fucko Frano, and that stupid impersonator you placed in my house, in my bed, and in my life!
Here’s what I think, Kahit. I think you set-up a P.I. to follow and watch me. Then, when I somehow got a job at the Obama campaign – because I can no longer believe that I got that job on my own – I think one or more of the P.I.’s that were lesbian’s fell for me, or were attracted to me. I cannot help it that I have been AWARE of being followed, and seeing you everywhere. It might have happened sooner than the Obama campaign that some woman or women thought they had the right to judge my life. I cannot help that I am aware of the presence of person’s following me. Just like it was a tell or a marked moment that you, David as Craig Slotty asked me at the car show if I liked motorcycles. During the Obama campaign a woman came into the office as I greeted her, which was my job to greet people, the way she looked at me was creepy, but it was a marked moment or a tell. She looked like a lesbian to me.
I am trying to figure out, or understand WHY you have kept men away from me that I am attracted to. 6’3” an ex-football player that is my type. Clean, good-looking, healthy. I don’t understand why you have done this to me. Constantly forcing dull, dorky, not a match for my mind in any way men as the ONLY alternative and choice for me. As if I could possibly settle for anything less than for the rest of my life passion.
I am not Mandy or Amanda. I am in no way Jaimie. I never was any of those “models” you tried to force me into a mold. Perhaps, you forgot. My name is Cherith, we’ve met. However. Because of everything that has happened, because you let my life continue while leaving me absolutely alone – to starve to death emotionally – I can never go back to those moments with you, nor think the same about you ever again. It is an unforgiveable act making a person live this way. All I feel anymore is regret for ever reaching out or contacting you at all.
Can I tell you, they have taken this moment of me reading Tolstoy, of reading those seven words that brought you into my mind with a shattering revelation, and turned it into a matter-of-fact literal translation? “We destroy because we are spiritually sated.” How can people not understand? That sentence is an abstract thought. That sentence alone could be a thesis paper! In that one sentence, worlds, cultures, people could be understood. It is not a simple phrase. It is abstract, it is complex, it is more than the words, or the letters that make up those words. I missed you for the longest time because even being around me – I was a different person. When you left. HCC became hollow and superficial.
Stop telling me to hang on. You need to listen to me when I say, that time has passed.
Can I tell you at The Container Store while working “Erin” spoke to a customer loud enough for me to hear saying that she was part Spanish, so I MADE A POINT of speaking in the break-room about you, David. How you and Tim got to run with the bulls in Pamplona, Spain. Whether the story I saw on your MySpace or Facebook page was real or not I don’t know anymore. My point was this any Spain connection was never nor could it EVER be “Erin” – it was you, David.
Can I tell you that if this all ended tomorrow, and somehow all the false walls burned and fell to the ground, I wouldn’t wish to seek you or anyone? You have no idea what this has taken away from me. I feel it would take me years to recover. My body physically is a mess. You know when bones break, when an arm breaks, you can put it in a cast, the bone will mend and heal. But, the human spirit does not and cannot recover in the same way. You cannot apply a cream or salve or give medicine to the human spirit. It is so much more complex and delicate. It heals – if at all – differently.
I wrote or I spoke once about how it would have been better if you and I David (Alfredo Cruz) had worked together at TCS. The stockroom always felt backstage to me since the customers were always the onstage portion. If we had worked together, we would have been able to talk more. It would have healed something in me. I didn’t quite know it then, but you had already left me. There is not a place you live in me anymore. I am glad you have your perfect match. You have love and are happy. I cannot understand why you have not allowed me to have the same. I am locked up in this house with random men. I have been passed around to hundreds of men without ever having any love at all.
They stole my car key. Driven out of my house by means of mind control. I pulled off at a park – just to stop driving and clear my head. I placed my car keys in inside a pocket in my backpack. There isn’t any way the keys could have fallen out on their own. My suspicion is I walked over magnets or some other trick to make my keys disappear. I have never had possession of my car since then, or maybe even before then. I tried twice to get a new one-of-a-kind set of keys to my car at every time I have been forced, blocked, and paid more for only a copy of the fake key.
Can I tell you that what I WANTED and tried to buy was the red apple computer? Somehow, that purchase – also – did not go through.
Can I tell you that I remember being nearly run-off the road while driving outside of Dallas, Texas a semi-truck doused me with water? Purposefully splashing the water on my windshield.
Can I tell you I remember the phone conversation at Disney about the movie Big Fish which I believed was with you, David?
Can I tell you I remember driving still in Texas being told in my head to turn around and get gas at a station? When I went to pay inside the man asked me if I was ok, I said I was having a fight with my car.
Can I tell you I cannot stand being forced to have to pay for gas inside the gas station? As I always paid outside before. I cannot stand having to pay inside!
Can I tell you, I am going to start calling these tells when I arrived in DC, got on the metro, I made eye contact with a man – it was a tell. He turned his back to me after he made eye contact. I am not so good as to be able to tell the difference between military or agency men, but he was of that sort.
Is there a reason the only hotel I could afford was all the way in Maryland proper and not DC?
Can I tell you the camera interview I had on the White House lawn has always felt strange to me? It has always felt out of place. Even the abortion protestor – a tell.
Can I tell you, I remember my brother telling me his knee bothered him walking too quickly? So, I walked miles ahead of them because I couldn’t stand to be slowed down. It was too damn cold, man. Can I tell you, I remember reading on your facebook or MySpace page that you had a knee operation?
Can I tell you after the car accident, Creggan and Roy walking me to the car, I was aware of which cars were following and watching me? They stopped at Target on the way home. I was glad I did not have to go in the store. I received a call from Jimmy Tan in the car. He asked me if I wanted to volunteer. I remember putting forth an effort to not sound as if I had just been crying on the gurney in the hallway of the ER. The, noticing the man who had been watching me in the hallway turn around and act agitated as if he was bothered by me crying.
Also, I remember the doctor who attended me in the ER was an African-American woman named Carter.
David, I need to have a budget. I need you to have my budget respected. Because what has been happening to me is being forced to have my paycheck spent before I even have it deposited. It is not normal to live in this way. I need to be able to plan for things. I need to be able to put aside money, then buy things when I can afford it all. I am not a person who can live buying things one at a time it feels like a constant burden on my head.
Can I tell you the day I got locked out of my car at the Citgo gas station – I believe by mind control means – the woman who lent me her phone told me the guy inside was nice, I could go talk to him while I waited. I didn’t even spend a few minutes talking to him before I was disgusted and stormed outside to wait. I would rather suffer the heat than speak to him.
Can I tell you I remember Dr. Kelly’s office? Keri Russell taking the place of Dr. Kelly. The black woman/man standing to my right as I checked in, and the creepy person to my left saying that is what I already had and maybe I wanted something new? WTF?!
Can I tell you that I was talked – in my head – out of going to Atlanta and visiting the World of Coke?
Can I tell you, I remember the jury summons, the courthouse, knowing it was all faked, reading a magazine article about Dan Stevens, and the man in a blue plaid shirt drinking from a water bottle, who decided to talk to me – was a tell. So much for honesty, I remember that tell as well. He said, so much for honesty, which made me tell the judge about being a victim of a crime. He was from Charlotte, NC. I remember he was from North Carolina. I had lunch in my car of nothing because I did not want to eat with that fake Roy.
Can I tell you, I can’t believe I trusted my brother to take care of my cats for a while only to discover that he sent them to the pound to be slaughtered?! I am still upset by it.
Cherith J Gjestland
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 