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She's called 16 more times, and I've called the Police twice since.

The State Police are now handling it...

worst thing is, her Mom is in the same house, just sitting there watching this happen. I feel sick.

What, if any are the options during a situation like this? I'm seriously going to be taking some heat from the Owner of the restaurant about this. He does not like outside interruptions, and I feel like he's gonna kill me. (metaphorically, for all you Gordon Ramsay fans)

Post edited by: diane38, at: 09/02/2008 19:09

Guess the best thing to do is tell the owner you are in a tough spot right now and have taken strong measures to make the phone calls stop. He will believe you when they do stop. If she calls hang up and tell your staff that you will not be accepting any calls during work. Giving in, even one time, just encourages her calling you there.

You guyz & gals have got to know that I am so appreciative of all the hugs and help. I really don't want to burden my Parents, and I've alienated all my true friends this year, like an idiot.

Who the hell did I think I was? I'm not Superman, or even Sherlock Holmes. I'm just a guy who wanted the best for someone who wanted to be normal. God, when I went to see her, she looked so peaceful and happy, now this.

I just have to keep telling myself what the truth is:

if she had just needed help with BP, I might have helped, but the lies about the drugs and booze drove us apart. Not the Anxiety attacks. Not the Mania. In the end, I took my house key because of mistrust issues and a fear for my own sanity.

Thank you all....

I get home from work at about 3:30am on Tuesdays.

I'm usually asleep by 5am, so let's keep that in mind.

The cell phone rang LONG into the night, even after the Police told me they were ready to go pick her up. They had called twice, and had visited once. She was still calling.

I shut it off.

I got home and pulled the plug on the house phone.

I sat up and watched Food Network for an hour while reading 'Hustle', the Pete Rose Saga. Asleep by 5.

What wakes me up at 9:30am?

Why, of course, it's my gf.

She was 30 miles away, without a car, without money. Nothing but the all powerful cell phone, and she slipped out of her Mom's house, called everyone she knew, and made it here. In pajamas.

She said she just wanted to hug me one more time before she went away.

I still don't know how she opened the door.

She looked like hell, and was shivering and quaking. She hugged me and her heart was really racing. (They did 3 EKG's on her at the safehouse last week). I held her, and laid her back to rest, until her heart settled down and she finally passed out from utter exhaustion.

What should I do? I have her on harrassment, and now B&E. I'm heading to the court Thursday to get a Restraining Order. I just sucked it up. I let her sleep for 2 hrs, and when she awoke, we begn the loooong tearful trek back to m=Mom's house.

But we never got there.

Two minutes of understanding would turn into 10 minutes of insanity, and on a 45 minute drive, that's enough.

I told her I didn't trust her to get the help she needed, and started to turn around about 2 minutes from her Mom's, to hit the ER 5 minutes away where they held her last week. Then her Mom would pick her up, as she was driving home from work.

She opens the car door, while I'm doing 30, and says to let her out. She wants to get out. I pull over and she asks me for a hug, and starts walking towards her Mom's.

I just got back and don't think I'll be dating for a decade or two.

I'm off to the gym right now to beat myself to oblivion.

Wow. You really can't make stuff like this up.