Now it's really personal - war declared!
About half an hour ago, I received a telephone call just as I was about to leave the house, to go to the local cafe for breakfast.
In the telephone call, I found out the name of the second complainant whose case is joined with mine in court (not long now).
The only person I know of with that name is someone that I used to babysit (child mind) when I was about 16. I used to look after him, his smaller brother and his baby sister to give his mother a couple of hours break. They were 3 lovely kids.
I will find out when I go to court if it is definitely the person that I cared for! The age is correct, based upon the information that was printed in the local free paper. It is unlikely that there is another person of that age with the same name in my town.
Hearing this news made me more determined (a year or so ago it would have floored me).
I still went to the cafe (even though I obviously looked extremely angry). On the way I decided to call into the local mini-supermarket to buy a lottery ticket.
Guess who was just inside the door getting served? The ******* pervert. It took everything that I had to control myself - I went up to the back of the shop out of the way, even though I knew he had seen me! He then actually had the nerve to pretend that he had forgotten something and walked up to near where I was, then picked something off the shelf (I hope it poisons him). How I managed to keep myself control at this point I don't know...I said '******* pervert' under my breath, but it mught have been at tourettes volume!
I really wanted to punch his ******* lights out and I'm not a violent person - I could have very easily done it.
He might think that he was being clever, but that wasn't a smug look on his face when he saw my death stare!
I would love to meet this ******* up a dark alley and let him feel some real pain for the first time in his life. If I did that though, I know that I would end up where he deserves to be going shortly. When he gets there, the 'big boys' will hopefully introduce him to some of their games.
I browsed the shelves until he left & then went for my bacon & egg sandwich anyway (a big improvement - in the past I would not have been able to eat anything when I was this annoyed, I would be more likely to throw up).
I cannot believe that the ******* abused me, then went on to abuse someone else that I had previously protected!
He won't be looking smug in court...he doesn't know how much more determined I am to sink him now! If he can feel the venom that I have towards him, he will spontaneously combust in the dock - he won't need a prison sentence.
Please don't worry about the state of my mind now - all of this anger is directed at him!
On a positive note, yesterday I contacted the Local Council, and they are going to send me a map that indicates where my friend Phil is buried (one of my best friends that was killed in an accident when I was 15). I can now mark his grave in someway & return on April 3rd each year - the day that I now know he was buried.
Tomorrow I am not at work, so I am going to the local plant nursery and I'm going to buy some spring plants to put in the troughs around my windows.
I am going to live in a bright colourful world, I'm not going to be in solitary confinement in some dingy cell! I've had enough of that - now it's the pervs turn!
Best wishes ...Rik
In the telephone call, I found out the name of the second complainant whose case is joined with mine in court (not long now).
The only person I know of with that name is someone that I used to babysit (child mind) when I was about 16. I used to look after him, his smaller brother and his baby sister to give his mother a couple of hours break. They were 3 lovely kids.
I will find out when I go to court if it is definitely the person that I cared for! The age is correct, based upon the information that was printed in the local free paper. It is unlikely that there is another person of that age with the same name in my town.
Hearing this news made me more determined (a year or so ago it would have floored me).
I still went to the cafe (even though I obviously looked extremely angry). On the way I decided to call into the local mini-supermarket to buy a lottery ticket.
Guess who was just inside the door getting served? The ******* pervert. It took everything that I had to control myself - I went up to the back of the shop out of the way, even though I knew he had seen me! He then actually had the nerve to pretend that he had forgotten something and walked up to near where I was, then picked something off the shelf (I hope it poisons him). How I managed to keep myself control at this point I don't know...I said '******* pervert' under my breath, but it mught have been at tourettes volume!
I really wanted to punch his ******* lights out and I'm not a violent person - I could have very easily done it.
He might think that he was being clever, but that wasn't a smug look on his face when he saw my death stare!
I would love to meet this ******* up a dark alley and let him feel some real pain for the first time in his life. If I did that though, I know that I would end up where he deserves to be going shortly. When he gets there, the 'big boys' will hopefully introduce him to some of their games.
I browsed the shelves until he left & then went for my bacon & egg sandwich anyway (a big improvement - in the past I would not have been able to eat anything when I was this annoyed, I would be more likely to throw up).
I cannot believe that the ******* abused me, then went on to abuse someone else that I had previously protected!
He won't be looking smug in court...he doesn't know how much more determined I am to sink him now! If he can feel the venom that I have towards him, he will spontaneously combust in the dock - he won't need a prison sentence.
Please don't worry about the state of my mind now - all of this anger is directed at him!
On a positive note, yesterday I contacted the Local Council, and they are going to send me a map that indicates where my friend Phil is buried (one of my best friends that was killed in an accident when I was 15). I can now mark his grave in someway & return on April 3rd each year - the day that I now know he was buried.
Tomorrow I am not at work, so I am going to the local plant nursery and I'm going to buy some spring plants to put in the troughs around my windows.
I am going to live in a bright colourful world, I'm not going to be in solitary confinement in some dingy cell! I've had enough of that - now it's the pervs turn!
Best wishes ...Rik
