He stabbed me in the back today.

 Evil E has a voodoo doll, made in my likeness, that he uses to hurt me. I can tell you, for a fact, that I really feel pain when he stabs my voodoo doll. I thought he stabbed me in the back, while I was at a school event today, and I groaned audibly, in pain. He may have stabbed me with a bigger and sharper object than usual. I am still having lingering pain, from that jab today. There is a possibility that the pin is still in my back, because I feel pain every time I stand up, sit down, lift anything, or bend over. I do have arthritis, in my lower back and degenerative disc disease. I have been jogging lately for an hour daily. Like with everything that the U family does to me, it could always be from some other probable cause. They are very sneaky. 

I question everything that happens to me now. I question as far back as 2008, or whenever L met K and when she really started falling for him. I think she fell for him pretty quickly. He must have traveled to Carlsbad (instead of back home to Santa Cruz) when things were getting serious and that must have made her feel insecure and threatened.

Her cousins (with or without her participation and/or knowledge) possibly began to take matters into their own hands by spying on me. They figured out pretty quickly why K came here specifically. It wasn’t to visit them or to vacation in Carlsbad. They secretly started redirecting K, as I have said before, all covertly, and with smiles on their faces. 

They were quietly and secretly spying on me, at the same time. As their concerns grew, their level of spying elevated to Voodoo/Santeria. They were everywhere I was. They were inside my home. They could see through my eyes, see where I was, and what I was doing. Since 2014 at least, they have been trying to monitor me, scare me, and drive me away from K. They were (and still are) inside my thought. They berate me for my for my private thoughts, feelings, and ideas. They berate me for my words and actions in my personal life. They are hearing everything that goes on in my mind and in my life and they are abusing me over it all. Evil E has also been putting me into dazes with some sort of spell. He makes me say rude things to people in my life. He makes me laugh hysterically or cry hard over whatever he cooks up. He has also been taking the steering wheel away from me and putting me in dangerous driving situations. But he would deny all of that because it’s all way too far fetched to be believed. 

Like the donut company name, Voodoo Donuts. People who do voodoo are nuts and the things people are capable of doing with voodoo are nuts too!

I know that people around town are watching me. Everyone wants a front row seat, to watch what I am dealing with. It’s fascinating to many people here. Everyone wants to catch a glimpse of the magical mayhem that I am dealing with. On one hand, it’s an entertaining train wreck, that people want to peep, from a safe distance. On the other hand, I do think people are concerned and trying to help. They want to see E irritating me, while I am driving, and messing me up. They want to see what Evil E moving my lips, to irritate me, when I am listening to music. E really comes out and performs a lot, while I am sitting at stop lights. 

One setback to progress has been that I am busy raising my children. I want to be mentally present and focused on them. They are my first priority. I am very busy being a caregiver to my family. 

Also, I am surrounded by people who express disbelief in the story I am telling them. They don’t seem to be listening to me at all. There is a possibility that they know full well my situation, but they are playing dumb. Do you really not know what I am talking about and am dealing with? Are you just so fundamentally self-absorbed, that you don’t want to hear about my problems at all? Just talk about your own “not as serious” problems and dump them on me, every time we talk! This is why I don’t go back to the police station or to a news station or a lawyer. I am surrounded by people who don’t believe me, who downplay my struggles, and who keep me busy with their own problems. I don’t have the time or the encouragement to fight and to get justice for the seriously crazy, never ending, abuse that I have been dealing with.

As I said before, I started jogging again. Now I feel like Evil E is weighing on me, while I jog, like a weighted blanket. I feel like I am wearing heavy ankles weights. He just drags me down! I feel like the bionic woman, fleeing danger and trying to conquer evil criminals. She always ran through crazy, challenging, and dangerous territory.

I am running an uphill battle. I am trying to be brave and cope with my situation. I keep finding ways to call out for help, in indirect ways. I should probably be more direct with law enforcement, ask them more questions, and be more vocal publicly. I need to do more and fight harder to end this craziness and get the U family under control.