I found another one. Private armed personal body guard. $20/hr, 12hr shifts. ON IT! Only 2 days a week, but much better pay. He talked me into leaving the 2nd base job pressing for more time with body guard job. I did. Worked 4 days a week. Weekends off. Can’t complain there.
Within just over a month, he made it to where I had to quit. Suddenly my truck was “having mechanical issues.” I was using his truck for the job due to the hour drive, and his got better gas mileage. Since I didn’t get home till 9am. I had to quit.
Out of work again. Burned both bridges at the base. Now my truck has been sold. I have no vehicle. When this started I had 2.
I was stuck. No money. At his mercy. Things were getting worse. Yes, worse. We were notified that another female was coming forward. “Jane” knew that she’d never stand a chance against him since he was so well regarded by others. She’d heard about the current Court’s Martial and decided she could finally speak up about her assault. Forceable sodomy. Valentine’s Day of 2005, just 6 days before I met him. They were in the process of deciding whether to postpone the Court’s Martial for investigation of new charges to add to it. Or to proceed, and investigate these new charges on a separate one. He freaked.
During all this, holiday seasons were rolling in and out. He tried to commit suicide while “Mark” was on a 1 week cruise with his friend and their family in November.
One of our couches was just a 2 seater, and we’d have friends over a lot. “John” found out that one of his superiors was looking to get rid of his couch for a smaller one. So he traded. A few weeks later, we had fleas.
February 2nd 2006.
Mind you, he blamed my cats for these fleas. Even though they were treated and bathed regularly and had for the past year….never had fleas. One evening he lost it. Practically threw me out of the house after 10pm to go get flea products from WalMart. A 1 hour round trip just for the drive.
When I returned home, my cats were nowhere to be found. A few weeks earlier he’d made a new rule, they could not be in the house at nite. So I started putting them in the side shed that attached to the house. This gave them safety, warmth, and it apexed up into the roof of the house, so plenty of room to roam. When I was taking the empty flea product bottles out to the outside trash, the shed doors were open. I asked why. He stated “I let those fucking nasty flea bags out to roam free. Maybe I’ll get lucky and the coyotes or the mountain lion will eat them.” (Quick reference, this base is 35,000acres of federal wildlife reserve.) This was not good. He and a friend/neighbor had been doing something very bad at nite. They were poisoning the stray animals with anti-freeze laced food. His wife was complaining about the destruction to her flowers.
I stayed up all nite waiting for Bugg and Moodie-Blues to return. Only Bugg did. For 2 days I searched the area. Called for her. Nothing. On the 3rd day, as we drove into the driveway, there she was perched on a camping chair. She looked sick, tired, worn. I took her in, she was weak. I did not know she had been poisoned. She just looked hungry and tired and like she’d fought for her life for 3 days alone.
Two day before Valentine’s Day, I had to put her down. Renal failure due to ingestion of anti-freeze. Still one of the hardest things I ever had to do. To this day I cannot hear Night’s In White Satin by MoodyBlues, without crying.