May 7 2022 was a Saturday. It was quiet-ish for me. Before midnight the relationship I’d moved here to solidify and prosper was over. By May 15…I’d have to go through the old messages to get the exact date …I was told they wanted to be removed from the lease.

I was not employed and I’d used the bulk of my savings to finance the move.

That’s it and that’s all, they wanted their name off the lease. No dialogue about what comes next. There were phone calls, the 13th I think. I was presented with ‘choices’, I meet them at the leasing office and voluntarily sign a separation agreement, or they would break the lease.

Meeting them at the leasing office came with a qualification – I needed to present proof of income from the last 30 days to demonstrate I’d be able to manage the rent here without their contribution. How sway? In the phone call I said as much, I could not present that which I did not have. He responded that he would break the lease. There was another voice in the background of the call, demanding that he break the lease.

In as calm a voice as I could manage, I said that would leave me homeless. I asked if that is what they wanted and they replied no. The voice in the background said yes they wanted me to be homeless. Wow.

I kept them informed of my job search via the app and when the current gig made me an offer I shared the ‘good’ news. They wanted to go to the leasing office immediately and I had to burst their bubble and explain the 30 day part. As the first approached I got another call about them getting removed from the lease. Back then I was still trying to make things simple and gave permission for us to have the conversation on speaker phone so the voice could also hear our words..well my words at least.

After June 1 the conversations became animated. I kept being told they had to ‘fix’ their home. I don’t think I ever said it out loud to them but I questioned why ***EYE**** had to suffer because of the voice’s issues. I asked for a f2f talk and they agreed. They came over and I repeated out loud what I’d said before, give me 2 months rent and I will agree to let them off the lease.

It seemed simple enough to me. Its something done every day, in fact someone is likely doing it right now as you read this, financial compensation for the person left behind. They would later define it as extortion, but I like to think that is the ego talking. It was a sum they were already willing to pay – to the leasing office. Somewhere between that first phone call and that day in my living room they determined they would remove financial support Wow

They paid the rent for June.

As July approached and it was clear my income would meet the minimum amount I could make and qualify for the rent solo things got a little more heated. I stood my ground. July 8 arrived and that story is told elsewhere.

What happened after July 8 is also told elsewhere.

2 TROs later, double digit court appearances. We agreed to a sum last May, One and a half months. On July 8th they reneged on that agreement. I called them out on it then, the video of it is outside there on Al Gore’s Internet. I reminded them that they gave me up, so this last attempt at exercise dominance was misplaced. They continued. They produced a piece of paper we’d never discussed prior, and refused to send the money unless I signed the paper. Considering I’d told them mere days before I only has $13 to my name? THAT is what one calls extortion.

The last dig was how I was forced to reclaim my house key. They refused to move and made me come collect it. The next Monday I began the process to file for restraining orders.

One year and 2 days later that chapter is now finally closed.

After all they’d did prior, somehow I was now the villain making up false reports. Like I said the video [which also discloses where I like – actual and legitimate doxxing not the allegation misapplied as they use it – is out there. They were physically aggressive twice. They were an ass the rest of the time.

One year and 2 days later the case is fully adjudicated – both of them.

My final boss was the request I pay attorney fees.

First off, they were not obligated to have an attorney, they did it anyhow. Second the case closed today had gone on for far too long. They refused to settle even though they were instructed by they judge to give an effort. This may not be the motivation, but it felt punitive. How DARE I not capitulate? When I saw they had an attorney why did I not just fold up and go away? Because I am ME and I was right.

I was to be taught a lesson for having the audacity to protect myself.

I never stopped protecting myself, even in January when it looked like I folded quicker than they had the prior May.

I looked ahead, saw the possibilities, added in my knowledge of them and rolled the dice betting on this day.

One of the reasons to get the lawyer was the ability to request fees. I may have forced them to give 2/3 of what they promised me, but they would make it up in fees and I would owe them. They would then be able to gloat like they did May 4 of this year.

My legal argument was sound, and I might have still won, but what more than likely what turned the tide were their own words FYPM.

The vile and libelous post.

Tomorrow I wake with no legal issues related to them on my calendar. Could that change? Yes. I don’t want them to, but time reveals all things no?

They chose to spend at least 7k in an attempt to deny me the 980 they agreed to before, Seems silly to me but it’s not my wallet.