Bad David Wolfe – Problem

ENOUGH!

You have no idea what you have done.  You did not think it through.  By calling me at my places of employment, by posting storylines on Facebook, by posting YouTube videos, you have implicated every organization, company, place of employment, and personnel involved.

I had changed jobs from when we went to college together.  But, it was you, David Wolfe who called me repeatedly at least once a month for years while I worked at Disney.  For years.  Filling my head with memories of our conversations together that I only remembered years after the fact when I was in the process of moving on with my life.  Getting back to who I was before.  Going to a place I thought I should be which was no longer in the every day care of my mother.

Were you jealous of my mother?  Did you believe my mother kept us apart?  That if I was not caring for my mother we would be friends again?

Why did else did you call me, drive by my house for so many years?

You have haunted and taunted me for too long now.  I have had enough.  It is too late anymore.

I can only look at these last years and believe that instead of caring for me, or believing in me, understanding me, or simply wishing good things to happen to me, what you have truly wanted was my heart broken, to be publicly shamed, humiliated in front of the whole world, abused for profit, and treated as nothing more than a sex slave.

You left me no choice other than to publicly acknowledge the shame of ever having been an acquaintance, a class mate, or someone I once knew.  However, once again I was not able to publicly speak my peace at the movie theater, sending a man to stand behind me silently demanding me to stop speaking.

The mere idea of you used to send me to a place I’ve never known before.  The shame and disgust I feel for you now have long since replaced the brightness you once held in my heart.

I would have called you friend until my dying day wished for nothing but your great happiness, however the damage of these years has been done.  There is no band-aid for the sorrow, the lies, the years you have kept me imprisoned here, and the absolute resolution of my mind and heart toward you.

You have turned my life into nothing more than a game show.  A tallying of points, a check-list.

I realize the purpose of all those YouTube videos – for which I was the inspiration and intended audience – was to hurt me and seek revenge on a woman who once called you a friend.

You must admit I have been the inspiration for nearly every one of your ideas.

I am impressed that you choose Denzel Washington as your alter ego, however did that not also correspond with me as well?  I used to have several email addresses.  I kept business, personal, and ad-emails separate.  Back when I believed I was still going to pursue an acting career I had a Charli Grayson account at Hotmail.com.  I was going to legally change my name, yet it would have kept my initials the same, CG.  David Wolfe – DW, Denzel Washington.  I am sorry David involved you in this Denzel Washington.

I still remember talking to you at Disney about voting for President Obama.

However, the path that you have chosen – has altered everything, every detail, every feeling, every memory, every purposeful thought.

All you had to do was stop.  And, talk to me.

You choose otherwise.

Facebook:

I remember your Facebook profile picture of you dressed as a French fry.

I remember you dressing up as Gumby at The Container Store.

I remember you posting on the 4^th of July 2011 going to the X-games with your Facebook friend Chris.

I remember it was Chris – I believe that was his name – who was also in the Facebook picture in front of the mirror also.

I remember it was Alicia Johnson who fb’ed a question of interesting television shows to watch.  To which I replied Whisker Wars because I had never seen anything like it on television it was hard to believe it was real.  I never watched a whole episode because it was not that interesting.  I have no idea how a show like that got money to be produced.

I remember it was Alicia Johnson who fb’d about needing a good dentist.  To which I replied my dentist, Dr. Gordillo.

I remember you David Wolfe at The Container Store talking with a customer that looked like a Sims avatar.

I remember while on my headset at Disney – clocked in and working – I was still singing the song that had been playing on the radio in my car which was Katy Perry’s, I Just Kissed A Girl.  I could feel I was being listened to while not on a phone call.  I could feel and hear thinking on the other end, so I changed the lyrics because I may have been singing along, but I NEVER HAVE WANTED TO KISS A GIRL.

Was it Patrick Stump of Fall Out Boy that helped me at Lowe’s?  I have been too far removed from the world for me to know with certainty.

I am at my end with you.

What do you expect to happen?  For all I see is that this can only end in my death.  For I will never have a positive response from any of this.  Do you actually expect this to go on indefinitely?!  Every year I hear the same thing – another year, one more year, another day, but there is never an end.

I will not live like this indefinitely.

I could sue you for false imprisonment.

I have reported.  I have written.  I have given my brother permission to sue.  For years I have reported and written I do not want this life that surrounds me, or for it to continue another day.

I am so ashamed and disgusted at ever having known you or your family.

How could I possibly feel otherwise?

Years of my life I could have been happy with a real man in my life you have taken and stolen from me.  For everyone involved since 2014 knew, I did not want this life to continue, that I was never going to date again after the Edison, that I never wanted that Edison person in my life again, knowing that everything was faked I was NEVER GOING TO ALLOW THAT TO HAPPEN TO ME AGAIN!!!!!!!!

James Franco means nothing to me.  Another disgusting man using me for sex.

I am not a woman to be shared.

I am not a woman to be treated as a bit on the side.

I am a woman you make a home with.

I am NOT A WOMAN YOU LEAVE ALONE FOR YEARS!

I will never be able to fully describe my feelings of utmost disgust for you anymore.

Five years and seven months living in this prison of a house.  Four years of living this faked life where I am not allowed to live.  I have had enough.

There is nothing you could ever say to me again.

ENOUGH!