Post by InvisibleWolfMan on Mar 5, 2010 23:55:15 GMT 2
In the begining, there was likeasquashedoctopus.blogspot.com and the internet gods saw that it was good and bestowed upon us thecurmudgeon.proboards.com which has reaped us many more benefits...such as the ability to write one's own topic. For you see, current dwellers, there was a time when only The Curmudgeon could clearly post a topic and fellow dwellers were regulated to merely REPLY.
Why do you bring this up? I hear many of you ask. Well, it is important to remember this as I was the first Dweller to contribute. Most importantly, the topic I contributed then should be revisited in order to understand the chain of events to unfold here in this topic. So, without further delays here's a refresher:
likeasquashedoctopus.blogspot.com/2006/07/dweller-contribution-invisible-wolfman.html
Lovable ol' chap, wasn't he? Hmmmm...well, fast forward 3 months from that time period (July '07) and he's managed to finally have a falling out with me. During my son's birthday party. Thankfully nothing SUPER serious, just a clear drawing of how nuts he may very well be. Amazingly, he tried to imply that my one friend who was also visiting had done something that he hadn't (I know, for I was with that friend during the "incident" that Mr. Consipiracy Theory claims happened). Much discussion happens between the (now soon-to-be-ex) wife and I and we conclude that although we value his wife and son as good individuals, he is too psychotic for our tastes. We put a distance between us.
Flash forward towards Christmas time.
On the 24th of December I get a text message on my phone from him wishing a happy holiday. Since I heard the text message come in, I call as the (now soon-to-be-ex) wife and I had slowly become concerned about how he may have been treating his wife and child the more we had discussed his bizarre behaviors we'd noticed over the years. He picked up and I made polite small talk and asked "So, how's everyone else?"
Silence.
"Oh, they're spending Christmas at her parents place for a few days. So I'm alone until then. She'll be back."
Weird, I thought. Once the call ended, I mentioned it to my (now soon-to-be-ex) wife and she immediately piped in "Weird. Doesn't sound like something she'd do if things were ok. Wonder if she's left him?" Two weeks later I get a call from him:
"Yeah, so my wife's left me. I'm not worried, though. It's her family that's causing the problems between us. She'll come back. It's God's will."
I tell my (now soon-to-be-ex) wife by writing on paper and still talking to the chap. She leaves to another room and calls to confirm with his (now ex) wife and she confirms. I invite him over to be interviewed for my radio show while my (now soon-to-be-ex) wife and child goes with his (now ex) wife and child somewhere else. The interview time provides me time enough though various small talk to realize that most likely he has been not only verbally abusive to his (now ex) wife but physically as well. I am thankful once he's gone and I opt NEVER to air his interview (no matter how tame it actually is) out of principal. My (now soon-to-be-ex) wife comes home and confirms what I suspected.
Asshole.
I get a few text messages from him about a week later asking about if the interview got aired. I blow him off by saying the head at the station didn't like it so I had to do something else. He wishes me luck and I think "Thank god that I don't have to worry about him any more."
June, 2007. I get a email from him, asking for a copy of his interview AND requesting that he and I have a talk. I go, but reluctantly so. At this point he's been quite bothersome to his (now ex) wife and her family. I arm myself with a .mp3 player capable of recording. For roughly 45 minutes I hear not only of how everyone else is doing him wrong but that he knows that although the divorce is now final;
"We're still married in the eyes of God."
Creepy bastard. And to put a weird spin on this he also says;
"I checked you out and you're ok. So, it's cool if you hang around them."
CREEPY! As if I'd need permission to be friends with his (now ex) wife so the children can play together.
Flash forward, @ Febuary 14th, 2008:
While visting his (now ex) wife's place we notice him out the kitchen window. He locks eyes with me and makes a slashing gesture across his throat with his index finger and then walks off. After some time has passed and his (now ex) wife called to the police (who would be by soon to take a statement) my (now soon-to-be-ex) wife and I were walking out with our son when we hear him shout:
"HEY! HEY! STAY AWAY FROM MY WIFE AND SON! OR ELSE!"
My (now soon-to-be-ex) wife takes our son back in quickly and up the stairs. I shut the door behind me quickly and stand in front and ask:
"Or what?"
"Or else." And he repeats the slicing gesture and turns and walks off quickly.
Allowing some space I start to follow him to make sure he's leaving. I eventually come back as the police show up. I give my statement but they don't take it seriously because
"He has to actually threaten you in a harmful way."
Great. Gotta love the cozy feelings.
BAM! July, 2008. After many harrasments and a restraining order, Mr. Consipiracy Theory is back for more thrills and chills. While again visiting his (now ex) wife's place we notice that he circles around her place...again through the kitchen window. After waiting a bit, I go to retrieve something from the car. Although it's lightly dripping rain, I notice that there's spit on the windows. Not only that, there's hair in that spit...just long enough to belong to Mr. Conspiracy. I call to my (now soon-to-be-ex) wife and ask her to bring a cotton swab and the camera. I take off my coat and drape it over the window area so the spit doesn't get washed away. We notice the side mirrors have been messed with as well. Once we collect the DNA and take pictures my (now soon-to-be-ex) wife heads back inside to talk to the police on the phone while I stay outside.
"HEY! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY WIFE!"
I flip around at Mr. Consipracy Theroy's voice. He comes bicylcling over at me as I said:
"What?"
"YOU HEARD ME! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY WIFE AND CHILD!"
"Or what?"
Silence. Leans forward and whispers loud enough only for me.
"Or I'll kill you."
He bikes away. I leave within 10 minutes with my (now soon-to-be-ex) wife to go to make an official complaint directly at the police station. Ironically as we begin to walk into the station he arrives on bike. Shouting between him and my (now soon-to-be-ex) wife ensues over whether or not he's damaged the car...I'm the only one to keep my head. He is also angry as my (now soon-to-be-ex) wife has been filming him since he began walking up the steps. We are buzzed into the area where we can file the complaint and oddly enough, he pauses long enough to hold the door open for me...
After I begin to make my complaint he shouts his and more arguing between him and my (now soon-to-be-ex) wife ensues. Both of them are escorted out of the area into the hall with two other officers while I stay to make the complaint. Then they come to take him away. Another officer comes to talk to us, one who is higher up on the chain of command. While there talking with us, one of the other officers who had taken Mr. Conspiracy Theory away returns and says quietly to the senior officer (but loud enough for us to hear)
"We found a knife in his backpack."
Needless to say I lost sleep for a while over THAT.
Press fast forward towards the end of September 2008. I recieve the decision in the court case against his death threat to me (I had a choice to go to court or let my submitted statement stand on it's own...I chose to let it stand on it's own). In short;
"We see no reason to charge Mr. Consipracy Theory with any wrong doings as he has admitted to having problems dealing with his anger but sought out a therapist and claims that he is no longer angry."
I lost heavy sleep that night. It, amongst other things, lead to me losing weight...which is recanted in this thread:
www.thecurmudgeon.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=general&action=display&thread=1052
On and off between Oct. 2008 and June 2009 we see him at various times at various places at various distances but nothing more than looks or gestures that are rude but "non-threatening."
SUMMER 2009.
Oh boy. I am busy biking up the hill going towards my former home when I suddenly hear:
"HEY! HEY!"
I don't bother to look back because I know who it is. Then I hear Mr. Consipracy Theory say :
"YEAH, YOU BETTER KEEP ON BIKING! OTHERWISE, I'D HAVE TO KILL YOU!"
*crack* I hear something in my head break and against good senses I hit the brakes and turn around to see Mr. Conspiracy Theory on the opposite side of the street disappearing behind the corner of the building he had been standing by mere moments before. I turn the bike around and drift back down on my own side back into his sight. I ask:
"What?"
"THAT'S RIGHT, YOU HEARD ME.....I'D HAVE TO KILL YOU!"
I decided I need to stay and make sure he didn't go off towards my former home an alternative direction (many ways to get there as there's many alternative streets to choose from). As he took his bike and began leaving (with a female companion who may or may not have been with him...I still don't know for sure if she just happened to be walking the same way he did by chance) I crossed the street to his side as he crossed to mine. He then shouted
"STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, MAN!"
Interesting, as I was far enough away from him as I could be given the situation. Obviously for show. I ended up slowly following him for a ways to be SURE that he WASN'T headed another direction towards my former home and I then called my (now soon-to-be-ex) wife who said that I should go to the police station...but then moments later called me to come back home as the office hours were closed (!) and I could just call the emergency line to make an semi-official complaint until the next morning when the offices would be open. Which I did.
Are we caught up yet? Jump to January, 2010.
I find myself living in my new apartment due to my impending divorce with my (now soon-to-be-ex) wife. While walking with my (now soon-to-be-ex) wife through the center of town after visiting the office where the decisions on how to split the parental rights for children are made we see Mr. Conspiracy Theory walking by.
Grinning.
Well...one day about a week later I come home to find an envelope with another decision in it.
AGAINST ME!
Reading it a few times (it's in Finnish, dammit) I realized that he had gone to make a complaint against me the next day during last summer probably BEFORE I made it to the station. HOWEVER, my call to the dispatch had been logged the same day he made the threat, rendering his complaint useless. I read:
"Mr. Conspiracy Theory has complained that InvisibleWolfMan harmfully threatened him. However, it's the decision of the court that his complaint was made as a revenge since InvisibleWolfMan had issued the same complaint against him first. Therefore, the court finds InvisibleWolfMan innocent of any charges.
Jesus! Lovely to know Big Brother cares, huh?
Hop and skip forward to Feburary and I recieve a call one day to come and pick up an official court summons. Turns out they are going to now let my complaint against Mr. Conspiracy Theory to go to court. And so, within mere weeks we'll discover just how much his threat is going to help him this time around.
And so...let the discussion begin!