Faceless Friday March 1
Hello, and welcome to a much needed and well deserved actually GRATEFUL Faceless Friday post. As you know Faceless Friday is where I post all of the things that have rocked my face off in the past week… and this week was a doozy of anxiety, anticipation and finally something to celebrate! Let’s begin!
In Custody. These are my new favorite words. The words from the victim’s advocate that called me from vacation. The words from the detective at 7 pm on Wednesday night. “We have him in custody.” NBK is in the local jail. He is being held for a parole violation AND stalking charges, stalking enhancement charges (where the person stalks the same victim (me), perjury (a few counts) and forgery (for writing letters and signing my name). LETS GOOOO!!! The amount of relief and weird feeling this brings is hard to explain. I am so grateful that his county took it so seriously when MY OWN county wouldn’t even grant me a fucking protective order. I am so very grateful that there is a huge chance he cannot bond out because of that parole violation. I am in awe at how long and how quickly it all took at the same time. I have been struggling with all of this since October with my own county and it took calling the victims advocate in his county February 8th to have all of this done. Fucking unreal. I am so very grateful that my child was not harmed during any of this and was not aware of the threat. I am so fucking grateful for so many things surrounding this that I am mostly just sitting here in awe today. How lucky am I to have my life? To not be a victim? That rocks my face off all over again.
Lioness Queen Elizabeth. She that SHALL NOT BE BURNED. My friend Elizabeth lost her home in a fire February 23. She lost everything but a few momentous. Luckily her children were not at home and were with their father. Elizabeth woke up to the sound of breaking glass, thinking that someone was breaking into her home she ran for safety, only to discover her home was ablaze. She lost her beloved fur baby. She lost all the physical memories that mom’s carry with them in collecting belongings. She lost the new (to her) home that she worked so fucking hard for so that she could have a secure, happy and safe place for her and her boys. This woman is the one of the good ones and it has honestly (and selfishly) rocked me to my core that something so seemingly terrible has happened to her. How can the Universe, Light Love and God allow someone that is so devoted to love and devotion lose so much? I believe that remains to be seen and I am in awe of her strength and determination to continue keeping her head above water. I am not here to talk shit about insurance companies (but I will if I need too) but we all know that she will need more than what they will help with. And she needs help now. Temporary housing, furniture, clothing, all of the things that make a home a home. I am going to share her gofund me here. Please help in anyway you can, and remember that even small donations add up. A dollar or five by a few people means the world to a small family that is so deserving of their needs being met. Thank you. I believe in the good things coming (still).
My Friends. I know I say this a lot, but I wouldn’t make it without my friends (far and near). From all of you that check in, send me love letters (and tick tocks), to those of you that take shit by the horns and help me wrestle the devils themselves. Thank you. Having true support, encouragement and understanding makes all of the difference. You all rock my face off. Thank you for facing the last five months with me and not letting me give in or give up.
And because I want to write more on my NBK series I am going to wrap this up. Here is the summary/short list of things that rocked my face off this past week:
Coffee (amen), new readers (heeeyyyyy), a paycheck, being stronger willed and kinder than my six year old mostly, my two furry hell hounds that may be old and grumpy but sure do know my heart and how to love me, dancing in my kitchen, being able to open my curtains for the first time in a long time!!!!, not having to carry a gun on my person in my own home (fuck yes), my plants growing after being destroyed by Moonshadow Underfoot Cat of Destruction and Lovings, new music, being able to sit in silence without feeling like I’m having a heart attack, Luxe Lash Lift Kit (omg for real my eyelashes are fucking amazing and ya’ll should be jealous), having something (someone actually, my son) to live for so I didn’t fall into crazy despair dealing with all of this again, being upfront and honest, the sun coming up EARLIER!!!, and YOU dear Craugher. Thank you, sincerely, and authentically, for being here. Thank you for being on this journey with me. You rock my face off.
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