It was Robyrt - He was outside the bathroom door - yelling "The Cop's are coming and their going to lock you up - in a Mental Institution - you Pycho Bitch." - I came out of the bathroom hoping we could get out of there before they came - I wasn't up to the challenge - concerning which way they would go (regarding my Sanity) - that would be a gamble - due to the fact that so far - they have ruled on the side of the Perpatrator's.
When your under the influence of Arsenic - it's pretty neary impossible to save yourself - I walked over to the Penske truck - with all the aggression I could muster - "Get back in the truck Robyrt." He said "No - give me the God d ____ keys - NOW - I'm driving!!" - The gas station attendent was in ear shot of where we were standing - I stopped, turned around and asked the attendent "where's the airport from here?" the attendent started to give me directions - Robyrt demanded that I tell him where we were going - I got directions from the gas station attendent, glanced over at Robyrt and said "Get in the truck Robyrt - or it's going to be you that goes to jail (according to the friend I was talking to earlier on the phone - who works with Law Enforcement) now get in..." - "Where are we going Mom?" (he's calling me Mom again?) "It's over Robyrt - I'm taking you to the airport." as I yelled "Get in the truck NOW" ..... He turned, walked over to the passenger door and got in ... I jumped into the driver's seat, started the truck and took off in the direction of the airport - We made it out of there before the Police arrived and alls I could think of was getting to the Airport - in one piece and dropping Robyrt off at the "Departure Gate" - but that's not exactly how it worked out. I had just given him three hundred and fifty ($350.00) dollars for the airplane ticket - that was supposedly "a reimbursement" - for the ticket I bought him when he flew over here - Now he was holding me hostage and demanding another three hundred and fifty ($350.00) dollars for his trip home .... This was going to be a long drop-off - at the Oaklahoma Airport departure curb. I don't know what they've been spraying around here - or what was in those boxes that were delivered - to my neighbor upstairs - last week - but I ended-up in the E.R. - sicker than a dog and am still in recovery....
Note: I submitted a new sample, of my hair & nails, to my Toxicologist a couple of days ago, to be tested for Arsenic and Heavy Metals - I am awaiting the results - I will post them on my blog as soon as I recieve them ... I pray to God I am in the clear .... There was a man and woman in a black SUV, in the above photographs, that have been stalking me - They pulled into my driveway and dropped off some boxes - for my neighbor upstairs and this black triangular object came out of the driver's window, went over the top of the SUV (as if it went right through it) and landed on the fence on the other side of the SUV? The trees that are up against my fence, have doubled, trippled and quardrupled in size (overnight) and the branches are all twisted and entertwined with one another - Next this little Robot looking dude attached itself to the railing (on the stairs) and my neighbor turned into light (when he was next to the SUV) as though he wasn't even there - is this the new "Camoflage" material (are there invisable people around us?) The gas station was in the middle of nowhere - it looked like a log cabin - everything was made out of real wooden logs - the floors, counter tops, even the refrigerator - There were only two (2) gas pumps and, yes you guessed it, they were made out of wood logs - one of them was occuppied by a broken down red pick-up truck, with the hood up and two tired looking country boys - working on the engine.
I tried to grab the keys away from Robyrt, while we were standing there (at this gas station), but I only managed to get my hand on the remote - he jerked it away from me and looked at me like Jack Nicholson, in the "Shining" "don't you ever try that again you Pycho B _ _ _ _ - get back in the truck" The remote to my Honda was laying on the pavement floor of the gas station - in pieces and I hurt my hand - that didn't work - the "Here come's Johnny" look on his face - told me I had to think quick - I was only allowed to get out of the truck (Penske Moving Truck) - with my Honda on a tow-dolly being towed behind the truck - when he said I could - but when we ran out of gas I knew he was going to have to stop at a gas station - A moment I had been waiting for - for days ... hours ... minutes - I had my eyes on the gas guage and so did he. He pulled across the street from a Country Store - a gas station in the middle of nowhere and demanded that I hand over my Credit Card - "No, I'm not giving you my credit card Robyrt - just pull into the gas station - I will get the gas." He said "No, your not getting out of the truck - period - just shut your "pie hole" and give me your f _____ credit card - we need gas." I called his Sponsor - in San Luis Obispo, California, to verify his sobriety - His Sponsor (Van) assured me that he was clean and sober - an obvious lie! That was before I accepted his offer for assistance - By the time we made it to this gas station I knew he had relapsed and I was stuck in the middle of it - on a highway in the middle of nowhere - with him enraged - alone and make no mistake - when this kids is high - he hates me - just like his Dad did. I felt like I was going to have a stroke at any moment - but then I decided that that was out of the question - if that happened he would have succeeded - after all that's precicely what he was after ... killing me and getting away with it... Who's side was he on anyway? I needed some vitamins I had in the back of the truck - that I take when I feel like I'm having a circulation problem and asked him to open the back of the truck so I could get the vitamins - He snapped and slammed a bottle of water down on the pavement and it shattered and then he started throwing my dining room chairs out into the middle of the street - I was shaking and kept wiping the sweat off my forehead - I was soaking wet -"What are you doing Robyrt? STOP!!!" I grabbed my cell phone and started walking towards the gas station - "Get back in the truck you Pycho Bitch - where do you think your going?" I didn't look back - I kept walking and kept the phone to my ear - I could hear him start the truck - my heart began to race - I thought he was going to run me over - I ran towards the little store - A woman came towards me from inside - she said shw was watching what was going on and calle the Police - I knew the Police were not going to help me - they drove by when he was throwing my chairs out in the middle of the street and did nothing to stop him? He finally pulled the truck into one of the stalls to get gas - I walked back towards the side of the building - he followed me "Mom who are you on the phone with?" I stuck my hand out "give me the keys Robyrt or your going to jail." He put the keys in my hand and walked back towards the truck - in front of the store - At which time the woman that worked there stopped him and started asking questions - I walked past them both - went over to the truck and locked both doors. I walked back past both of the - to the register to pay for my gas and went to the restroom to wash my face and hands. My heart was pounding - my hands were sweating and I looked like a wet rag - Just as I was about to brush my teath - someone started banging on the door "what are you doing in there?" It was Robyrt.... |
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We live happily indeed, not hating those who hate us! among men and woman who hate us - we dwell free from hatred! We live happily indeed, free from ailments among the ailing! among men and woman who are ailing we dwell free from ailments! We live happily indeed, free from greed among the greedy! among men and woman who are greedy let us dwell free from greed! We live happily indeed, though we call nothing our own!
One ought to follow the wise, the intelligent, the learned, the much-enduring, the dutiful, the elect; one ought to follow such a good and wise Soul, as the moon follows the path of the stars.