The story of my sister�s Renee�s life is that happiness is fleeting. So is safety and sanity.
I think this stalking has driven her to the brink of insanity. She�s not getting sleep, is working 10-hour days, is taking care of 3 kids under the age of 7 (alone) and is hiding from her loser stalker ex-boyfriend.
My sister Melinda called me last night, nervously relaying to me that she�d called Renee�s cell phone at 8:00. Renee�s babysitter answered the phone and told Melinda that everyone, including the babysitter, were hiding in the bedroom. Renee had given the babysitter the cell phone in case of emergency while she was at work.
Seems Terry was terrorizing the babysitter and the kids too.
Why doesn�t somebody call the police?
I want to kick him in the ass. I want to hurt him. Who does he think he is? What gives him the right to terrorize my sister and my kids?
I feel helpless. I�m very angry.
My sister gave Renee a protection spell to do. It�s supposedly one of those where if someone goes to hurt you bad things happen to them. It�s something you should do only if you�re in danger.
Whatever makes you feel better, I say. I know people might disagree, but I think that the goal here is for Renee to take back the power in her life from Terry. If she needs to use a spell, good for her. I think God will forgive her.
On my end, I pray for my sister�s well being. I pray that my nieces won�t be scarred for life from this. I ask God to show Renee that depending on man will get her no where. She must depend on him.
Last night I was in the middle of a nice long sleep. The dog woke me up chewing on a glass with honey-nut cheerios in it. I fought the dog for the glass, put it on my dresser, and went back to sleep.
Aah, sweet sleep.
Suddenly, there was a sound so foreign, so scary that I woke up with a start.
�WHAT WAS THAT?� I asked the thin air.
�That was me,� was the weak reply. It was coming from Jackie. Before we could discuss this further, the made another one of the scary sounds. She was choking on her own urp.
�To the toilet with you, Missy,� I told her and guided her to the bathroom. She urped again, this time hitting the carpet in front of the toilet and the seat itself. I was so bleary eyed that I missed the next few times she hurled.
Tonight I sensed that I might not get any sleep.
Eventually, she was okay, so I went back in to the bedroom to survey the damage while the dog investigated the carpet in the bathroom. Jackie had gotten sick on the down comforter so that came off the bed. Now is the time that I wish I�d moved into a place with washer/dryer connections.
�I�m sorry, Mommy.�
�What are you sorry for, Stinky?� I pulled the new quilt up over her shoulders and she quickly went to sleep.
Two hours later she woke again and hurled.
This morning we took on our usual routine. Jackie gets sick frequently with stomach bugs that never seem to amount to anything. She�s usually fine in the morning.
This morning she dragged a little, but felt fine enough to come out with me to walk the dog. I felt confident that this was one of those times when she�d be okay.
That is, until I dropped her off at the babysitter�s house and started on the way to work.
An immense feeling of guilt overtook me. I felt so bad that I�d sent Jackie to the babysitter�s this morning. I felt bad that I had no sick days, no leave days and couldn�t afford to take a day of leave without pay. This morning really put me in a bind. What I really wanted to do was to go home and keep Jackie home for the day. We just did this last week. She missed 2 days because of her asthma.
I settled temporarily for calling the babysitter.
�She�s asleep right now,� Ms. Iris told me. I asked her to call me if Jackie started acting funny or got sick. Jackie always goes back to sleep at Ms. Iris house. Seems the kid can�t get enough sleep. I�m hoping she�ll feel fine and go to school. If not, I�m in big trouble with my finances. Yes, a day does make a huge difference in my pay.
I wish I wasn�t in the position where I�d have to think about choosing between my kid�s health and being able to pay my bills.
09:26 - Thursday, Feb. 26, 2004
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