Gosh… in a really rotten mood… late night went to go and find this large blue folder… i had taken the time to print out all the Florida statutes… labeled them … and that file is missing… then went to a file i had created that contained a seriously defaming email sent to my priest… i had emailed my parish to .. set up an appointment… so that i could make sure that the lies told about me from that email were not believed.. to enlist the assistance of the parish priest… father/Reverend John Ludden in answered a few simple questions …..( you know what? I will insert the email i sent)
… but what i was trying to say.. is that file as well is missing… and the vehix.com file to sell my car is missing…. all those files were locked safely away in my den storage closet… and now are missing… these experiences have been going on since 2003….
2003 I began working for Christine Martucci. and Steve Martucci and met Gerard Ahler who was helping them build their home and was the contractor on the job. His company company was PRO LINE CONTRACTING from Brooklyn new york…. the home was located in Marco Island.
I had my own faux painting business called M&M Decorating. I was hired to faux paint a few rooms in their new home…. I had a minimum of $825.00 to go into any room and do the faux painting. I had created a very organized and well established business side of my business along with being able to do the actual artistic work… It was cute… i even gave m&m cookies and thank you card to my clients because i knew even then the value of appreciating my clients… of great and memorable marketing .. and loved both the business side and the artistic side of the business i had created from a hobby…. By . my 5 year plan included going to interior design school….( i never liked working the construction end of anything… I was really a girly girl… and knew interior design would be more my style… l and seeing my hopes and dreams come true….
By 2003 before I had met Gerard, i had contracts in place… . was living in a safe the condo with a guard gate…. my mother and father had chosen with me to be mine… and had back accounts and savings accounts…a great vehicle… and my life was set on its path…
1st mistake…
I innocently gave my set of car keys to Gerard.. he wanted to detail my car… so handed over my entire set of keys which also contained my car keys.. my house keys… and about three sets of keys for various million dollar homes and condo’s I was working on… did i mention that my home had never been broken into or anything stolen or damaged up until 2003?……
He was giving me a present of a facial from a place in Marco island. The girls giving the facial quizzed me on numerous topics… later i was to find out the the he… actually used them to quiz me and told me flat out that if i answered the questions he asked me differently than the way i had answered the girls at the spa… that he would know i was lying.. that “HIS GIRLS” were asking those questions for him….
2nd mistake:
I didn’t think twice of taking off my diamond ear rings and diamond cross that had been presents from my mom and dad… and placing them in a locker. on the site where “HIS GIRLS were giving me this “facial”……
Well… giving the keys away… total mistake… not keeping my diamonds on me…. TOTAL MISTAKE!!!!
I later was told by his sister not to leave my check book out in the open on my desk…. Did I think twice about anything then?… nope… but now thinking about it… after having so many things stolen from my home… i think about it every time something is missing…
I think the correct work for what a feeling of loss after having someone trespass into your home.. and take items that you bought.. that you selected.. that you created …. that are yours… the correct work is VIOLATED……
If you have never been a victim of theft.. of trespassing of vandalism.. home invasion… you may not know what it feels like to have someone go through your personal possessions… to have someone handle your private notes or …. just at the very least.. be in your home… the feelings you once had of safety of security are gone… they will never really ever return… the absolute feeling of an invasion of your privacy.. doesn’t even begin to describe the feeling of invasion… of pure and absolute defilement of your property… of your complete helplessness at the loss of your personal possessions.. and the utter feeling of remorse…anger… hatred.. follow by why me or tears of either rage or sadness…
but to have it happen on a continual basis… i think if you are raped.. or robbed… maybe one you can get over it… actually no you will never be the same and will never get over it.. but if someone did the same crime… and nothing was done to stop them.. and they continually were allowed to commit the monstrosities…. again and again.. and what if they were allowed to were even condoned… and not stopped …. or the criminals ever caught or punished… it is just another set of emotions…. the anger that will build up… at the injustice… the anger at the authorities for not doing everything in their power to stop the crimes…