Beginning In April 2008 To November 2010 My Life Savings Vanished

AND SO DID MY FRIENDS!!!

In March 2006 after my Dad died my step-brother and I received a very nice inheritance.  We both left our money invested with Citi Smith Barney.  In addition to that I inherited their home and my step-brother inherited a lot next door.

Dad wanted to die at home, and so he did.  We hired Nurses from a reputable company and Dad’s needs were such that we needed them here 24/7.  Hospice was in the house too, and so was I. I moved in with Dad when he was “end stage.”One day the dryer just quit, so I called an Appliance Repair Company.  When I called I explained our “special circumstances” and as it turned out the technician I spoke to lived within 3 miles of us and said on his way home he would come here first.  He knew we just needed the hose replaced.  I was still in the process of moving in with Dad and the technician saw my moving boxes. He asked if I was moving in or out.  He kind of flirted and I probably did too.  After fixing the dryer we made small talk, and he asked if I had a computer.  He wanted to download an Instant Messenger so we could IM each other. It was very fast, but he seemed awfully nice, a Southern Gentleman for sure.

So we did start using the IM and exchanging emails. He was stopping by almost everyday; he was courting me.  Big Time.

Then the day came when Dad died.  No more nurses, no more visits from the Pastor, I was suddenly “HOME ALONE.”

Rick and I just fit.  He would be here when my Broker would call and he over heard some of my business.  The next thing I knew he was taking care of me.  I broke my foot and injured my back.  He was a great caregiver.  He took me to all my doctors’ appointments, he grocery shopped and fixed anything I needed.  I would slip a 50 in his shirt pocket or a 100 dollar bill to show my appreciation.

As we got closer he would come in all sad faced and I would ask him what was wrong, that kind of thing.  He always needed money.  I was generous to a fault.  Not just with Rick, but I helped friends who couldn’t pay their electric bill or needed tires, whatever.

About 6 to 8 months before the “crash” Rick wanted to open his own shop and asked me to loan him money to start this new business from the ground up.  When all was said and done I loaned him 20K.

Then the “crash.”  Suddenly I don’t hear from Rick nor do I see him.  No phone calls, no emails, nothing.  We were together for 5 years, and I just couldn’t believe how fast he “disappeared.”  Once my other friends found out I was “broke” they disappeared too.  And made no attempt to pay me the money they owed me.

To this day it still hurts.  It’s been a difficult lesson to learn.  I’m not social in any way. I do have my email buddies and I’ve kept in touch with Classmates.  That’s it.  I have a Wall up and keep very busy at home.  My son moved in with me over a year ago, and I love him being here.  He’s a Chef, and he prepares all the meals, and I have put on some weight, but why worry.

I actually like being single.  I do get lonely from time to time, but I get over it!

 

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After The Assault I Don’t Feel Safe In My Own Home

September 13th, 2012 was a beautiful sunny day.  I woke up early and heard the weather forecast which was calling for clear skies and temperatures in the mid 90’s. I had planned to cut the grass in the backyard and needed to start early.  Working in the yard is not a chore for me.  It’s something I love to do.  I started at 9 AM and already is was really hot.  I was soaking wet before long.  At 9:30 AM a man pulled in to my driveway and started waving to me, like I was supposed to know him.  I politely told him I was sorry but had never met him.  He came through my double gate, which was secure, and rushed me.  He began assaulting me in my backyard, his hands up my shirt grabbing at my breasts.  I kept telling him I was an old lady.  He kept on saying “But you’re still hot baby.”  He was looking for an address on my street, but seemed to be lost.  I told him I’d get the telephone book and bring it outside so he could look up the address.  Little did I know, he was right behind me and began assaulting me inside the house.  He was behind me, and reached around to get up under my shirt.  He was guiding me down the hallway.  I kept telling him my son was living with me but it seemed he didn’t believe me.  By this time this man and I were in my bedroom, I was still bending over with both my arms crossed trying to  protect myself.  Finally my son woke up and could hear what was going on.  In a very loud voice my son said “It’s time for you to hit the bricks and get out of this house now.”  In just a second I turned to my right and the man was gone.  He ran out through my bedroom sliders so fast.  He vanished.  I called 911 and the Police were here in less that 10 minutes.  The Police and undercover detectives were here most of the afternoon.  I was so tired.

To this day the man has not been arrested.  I don’t like being in the yard very much anymore.  I check the doors and windows at least once an hour making sure everything is locked.

I live in the City limits on a very busy street.  Neighbors were interviewed and they didn’t see anything.

If my son were not living with me, no telling what that man had in store for me.

I used to smile and say hey to anyone I made eye contact with.  It’s the “Southern Way.”  Not anymore.  I’m different, and I don’t like the “new me.”  The “Boogie Man” could be right around the corner.