I was a little drunk. Not hammered. I remember this well. But I had sent an awful email to his mother when I heard, "Tempe police!"
I yelled for help. I would find out that my earlier calls for help while being choked were what got our neighbor to call them. But, I was the assaulter, yet I am the victim, not for being choked, but by being continuously manipulated by a man that could be a monk if not for the screws loose in his head. Maybe? He once talked about his "jedi mind tricks" in a way that directly stated he is as skilled at playing dumb as his father. The man I love could be a horrible person who tricked my love so I would go to the ends of the Earth for him, but I have, in all reasonable means, and it's never good enough.
Narcissistic triangulation was what set this off. Y'know, he went to open the window. I resisted ever urge in my body to skin him alive. He smirked. I hit him with my open palm. He says I stomped on him at this point. I don't remember that, but I feel bad, so I accept I did it. It sounds crazy though, yea? No, he was opening the window so he could walk into the corner, his back turned to me, chanting and ignoring everything I say, triggering me, so I lose it and I can't be calm being ignored but then I just sound like a crazy person to the people outside. Narcissistic triangulation.
I got him a $600 laptop and he's complained about it every day. Intentionally. This is what he does. He whittles me down. I hurt so much. And I'm always wrong and I have to jump through a number of hoops LIKE HOW HE CAME INTO MY ROOM TO EMBED HIMSELF UNTIL I ACCEPTED THAT HE WAS GOING TO FALSELY ACCUSE ME OF MOLESTING HIM, AS HE HAS FALSELY ACCUSED HIS UNCLE, AND HE HAS DONE IT BOTH ONLINE AND TO HIS FATHER!
But, the number one worst thing he's done is lie about having HIV (My mother had AIDS and I have major trauma he knows about as he read my book) AND a warrant, in order to control me, a schizoaffective n autistic man who was previously taken advantage of by a cult, making me think we were CIA and we were going to get arrested as part of the Operation Mockingbird ish that is definitely I think kinda true cuz I was arrested.
Not bad. I'm sure it would suck if you were genuinely guilty of something, but I have faith in the American justice system! And here I must pivot to talk about how my phone's autocorrect just gave a weird type of thing called a synchronicity that planted the idea that maybe I'm a suspect? Like I said, I'm not worried. I'm an honest hebephile.
But the cell wasn't too small. I was alone, across from another man. I had previously been in the emergency room for stitches I don't know how I got, likely in the scuffle that occurred after he got up, and I didn't feel it but there was blood everywhere that my sometimes sweet always compassionate never angry cleaned up, but that's his strength in this, making me appear the crazy one!
And I was courteous, perhaps not entirely to the janitor as I couldn't stomach the sandwich they gave me at first, so I accidentally rolled on it, getting cheese on the mat and my shirt I got my life partner that wasn't good enough for him. But it was way different being in jail than I thought. Y'know, it was one night and I have a mountain of evidence backing me up, to include his mom seeming to want to be a witness of what has happened to her son, but I slept soundly, waking up a few times, but I kept going back to a co-ed prison in my dreams, which was one of the better set of dreams I've had in a while.
But I got shackled up in the morning, walked with my fucky foot to the courtroom. My shit took two seconds. This is easy peasy. I'm ready to be the Charles Manson of the Ed Kempers of the Jesus Christs. I mean, I've had a sex cult for twelve years now, I just think it's time to go pro.
