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Re: Help Me

Posted by SandyWeb on March 29, 2004, at 15:43:40

In reply to Help Me, posted by SandyWeb on March 29, 2004, at 12:05:38

I haven't read any of your messages yet as they will probably cause me to break down.

I took a 2 1/2 hour walk, and then I came home. I was feeling a little better after all that cold air. I just sat down to come on the computer and let you guys know that the cops weren't needed....when the cops knocked on the door.

It was awful. Good cop, bad cop. And the bad cop was BAD. He kept yelling, even when I asked him to keep his voice down because my kids were in their bedrooms with a friend. But he said that he wasn't going to be quiet.

He kept accusing me of playing games. That I enjoyed the response I was getting on this board. That I was NOT allowed to post anymore messages or I would be charged with criminal mischief. That they did not want to get any more calls concerning me.

He wanted to see my wrists because I was supposedly cutting them. His partner looked. One was fine, the other had small hole marks from the clasp I had been using on it. But he didn't know what the marks were. He frowned, but then didn't say anything to his BAD partner. They were expecting gushing wounds, I guess.

Anyways, I can't post here anymore. Talk about driving a person over the edge. The darn guy made me start crying in front of him. And he said that was how the game was played. And if I didn't like it, the next time I would be hauled away in handcuffs to jail and my kids placed with child protective services and I would be charged with criminal mischief. That was how the game was played, and he told his partner, "She knows how it's played."

So, they left. I cried forever. Then I went to the bathroom and poked and scratched at my wrist. And I felt like just dragging that edge straight across it.

But I'm not allowed to say these things anymore. I'm not allowed to talk with you guys anymore. Oh my gosh. I don't know what I'm going to do. I feel so totally absolutely utterly worthless right now. Big bad meanie cop. He didn't believe a word I said.

I don't know what's going to happen. I am about ready to curl up in a ball. He made fun about the first visit (it was the same cops from the first night).

Do not call the cops again, please.

I still can't stop crying. This was not what I needed. This really, really STUNK.

I'm sorry, you guys.

Sandy


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