The “Domestic Abuse” machine as an apparatus for men’s enslavement. I have been to these multi-story buildings devoted to this “Domestic Abuse” scam and experienced the mechanism first hand. There are numerous courts to prosecute men and many other supporting agencies that are designed to take a man’s money, time, and freedom.
The movie “Gone Girl” with Ben Affleck does a nice job of describing some aspects of Female Nature. If you have seen this movie, keep it in mind when you read my story.
My life working in the Trades has had a great synergy with my participation in the Sciences and in Engineering. It is a good life. It has allowed me the freedom to get some education, training, and work as an Artist/ Musician. After years of being divorced, I had the freedom and resources to successfully pursue my creative interests.
About seven years ago, I had a sexual and business relationship with a woman who was a Professional Artist/ Musician with a couple Bachelor’s degrees in Fine Arts and Theater. We had performed music concerts together in the Midwest for a few years and created an artist’s space in the “Pilsen” artist’s community of Chicago. Everything was good, especially the sex.
She had her own apartment and sometimes she would spend the night at my building. But, I never let her keep anything in my place. I often threw out stuff she would leave behind like tooth/ hair brushes, underwear, cloths, and/ or make-up.
When she pressured me for marriage, after several years, the relationship was over. And when she finally understood that I would never marry her, she went to plan B and showed me “crazy town.”
Her plan B was a shakedown and “poisoning the well.” She effectively destroyed my musical support community. Plan B started with a false police report of physical violence in my home. Her acting was tremendous. What an excellent liar! If she wasn’t attacking me, I would have been totally convinced of her story.
Here is a tip: In Chicago, the first one who calls the police, gets to file the police report.
I had many opportunities to decrease the unpleasantness by calling the police on her first and asking them remove her from my home. She was emotionally abusive for hours, and refused to leave.
Nevertheless, I am embarrassed to acknowledge my inability to see the danger and act in this situation.
My thinking was that she was just venting and it was her dramatic way of breaking up. It was the cost of being involved with a woman in the Preforming Arts/ Theater. She was being a “Drama Momma.” And it wasn’t so bad, since her orgasms were louder the night before.
Also, I was in shock from her performance and felt numb. Sadly, I was unable to do anything except sit in my chair and observe, like a dear in the headlights.
I could not imagine the dangerous “Domestic Abuse” machine that was waiting to destroy me. Besides, she was the one who was behaving disgracefully. And she was doing this as an interloper in my home.
The unpleasantness was relieved when she finally stormed out of my apartment and seemed to be putting her things into her vehicle. I had high hopes that she was finally leaving.
Intermission joke:
Why do we pay prostitutes?
Do we really pay them for sex?
No, we pay them to leave us alone after we are done with them.
While I was avoiding her and staying in my apartment, she burst into my first floor tenant’s apartment to involve him. And it still never occurred to me to call the police on her.
She swiftly brought the police into my home with some well-rehearsed lies, acting, and a new self-inflicted cut on her face.
While she stayed outside my building, she directed the police to find me in my apartment on the second floor and look around for weapons/ damage. They then proceeded to bring me outside to handcuff me and bring me to jail. I was in shock, numb, and unable to speak up for myself.
Miraculously, she altruistically chose to stop putting me in prison. She appeared like a martyr as they put the hand cuffs away. Everyone saw a halo around her head as she “only” filed a police report.
When I went into my apartment and locked my door, she gave one grand encore performance in front of my neighbors. Observing her through my apartment window, she appeared as Christ carrying the Crucifix to the Mound.
Hours later, she called to apologize and sent many emails about her great love for me and explain her conviction that we are “Soul Mates.” The next day she wanted to come over to my place to show me how much she loves me and have passionate break up sex.
I snapped out of it and called a friend who got me his lawyer the next day. My lawyer told me that any further communication and contact with this “Soul Mate” will ruin me.
My million dollar Umbrella Insurance policy, which is supposed to cover fraud and injury on my property, was useless. The women who answered the phone tried to shame me and refused to get involved with any accusations of “Domestic Abuse.” As I escalated my claim through GEICO’s management (mostly women), I was told that all claims associated with “physical violence” are not covered with my Umbrella Insurance. This includes self-defense against male criminals doing burglary/ “breaking and entering.”
Thankfully, my Home Owner’s Insurance agreed to provisionally work with my attorney until “I am found guilty in court.”
Spoiler alert:
The following year, they would not let me renew my policy and dropped me. So, even though I was proven innocent, I later had to make higher insurance payments with a different low quality Home Owner’s Insurance company.
My “soul mate” had been soliciting me for a meeting in person while secretly building a case against me. There were numerous emails, phone messages, and love letters by US Post that were pleading for a reconciliation meeting in person. I am ashamed to admit that a part of me was tempted.
I was very lucky to have friends and an attorney that knew what was really going on. And I followed their advice.
Before my attorney started his investigation of my “Soul Mate,” my Home Owner’s Insurance company offered her over $10,000 to settle out of court. She refused the offer and, through her attorney, asked for five times more.
My Attorney eventually showed me what my “Soul Mate” was up to:
Her proof was a masterful work of art. There were pictures submitted into evidence of bruises and physical trauma which I had never seen and certainly did not happen when she was with me.
She had a Doctor who verified that those injuries occurred at the time of the Police report and her Doctor wrote every one of her lies into his medical report. They were fabrications which she was unable to put into the police report, because there were no injuries to show the police officers while they were making their report.
Also, those “unbearable” injuries were serious and required lots of money for multiple “treatments.”
So, while she was pleading with me to forgive her and have a “meeting,” she was creating performance art pictures and medical documentation. She was, in fact, a skilled engineer who knew how to operate the “Domestic Abuse” machine.
My attorney discovered evidence of her fraud and discovered that she had done it to other men. My “Soul Mate” reduced her demands to an order of protection for one year. During that year she had shamelessly continued to solicit me for a “meeting” in person. If I had succumbed to her charms, it would lead me to financial ruin.
My community, neighbors, female “associates,” and music support network were not interested in my evidence of my “Soul Mate’s” fraud. She has gotten away with extortion, character assassination, and any legal action against her.
Later, a similar thing happened to a work colleague. Except, he got arrested and spent three weeks in Cook County Jail. He was forced to attend/ pay for meetings and “therapy” for over a year. His new wife’s lies allowed her to stay in his home and have access to his bank accounts. No one at work, except me, believes him. And he is despised.
What happens when a man finally comprehends the cold and calculating thoughts that are going through a woman's mind, while her eyes are brimming with tears?
The Manipulated Man 2 years ago.
