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My Stalker and Domestic Abuser
Intimidation traumatized by fear my ex husband a copy cat arsonist
had begun a strange sorted affair I would say leading up to this very
dreary day two abusive husbands both working for the same arsonist
decades later leaving nine victims in their wake Christmas day 1984
finally memorial day 1998 victim nine perished my copy ex husband
involved and was now being blackmailed I experienced home invasions
by this female stalker envious of my life I wrote children books to my
children I also wrote poetry I'd finally found peace to write until thee
unknown desperate for answers I contacted the FBI because I wore wires pregnant for the FBI for years to save my life and my children lives
the FBI warned me my husband was working for an arsonist where
eight persons perished so I agreed totally unaware how these entities
would gather decades later the arsonist blackmailing my ex both
dating my stalker after several attempts on my life I realized
they were actually trying to end my life in order for this stalker
to become me after death resulting in a car bomb blast crippling
me while I lay bleeding these three began embezzling funds from
my account the stalker impersonating me investing with this
arsonist I fear for my safety but I had to still testify in a murder
meant for me the man who died was hired to end my life the stalker
my ex the arsonist sent hitmen to end my life such strife
the gunman was immediately killed at my feet my children
and I suffered greatly as attorney General Charlie Crist helped
my family relocated I was sick in shock afraid for my safety
when the stalker called my ex demanded more funds from
my bank I had awakened from my coma lots of therapy writing
poetry at night for coping healing brain exercises that's when
my ex the copy cat arsonist of victim nine struck attacking
his entire family Christmas day the exact time as the fire broke
out in 1984 the stalker sat with the arsonist demanding he get
rid of me I'd already survived several attempts finally he twisted
my arm trying to break it the children screamed I fled for my life
it's amazing decades passed the stalker returned what could she
want now she's still completely obsessed with my poetry my life
hence my death by gods grace I've remarried to a wonderful
war hero I am free and safe from the stalker and my batterer
thanks to domestic violence shelters outreach therapy support
my church family the sheer notion of envy hatred extremely
carried that they would end my life and try and impersonate
my identity with identity fraud in three hospital systems I am
in complete shock however coping and healing domestic violence
is a very ugly disease in itself it's way worse when you abuser have
accomplices abuse of power organize domestic violence being a survivor
of domestic abuse and a survivor of being a confidential human source
coping with traumatic events my severe trauma my triggers are indeed my stalker craves to be me exploiting my pain for ill gotten gains my pain and suffering entices her arouses her to cause me harm forces me to relive traumatic events for gain as if I'm a puppet show in Puglia Italy I am so thankful I fled I am blessed drained because I can shall never fall asleep and not see smell taste the blood in the corner of my mouth I still peek out my window for my fatal attraction My extreme stalker and Mr. Johnny Jay Walker
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Yolanda Nicholsen
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