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4 months ago
🖤🩸🖤 I WANNA PROVE MY LOVE BEFORE I LEAVE
I WANNA MAKE YOU COME AND SCRAPE MY KNEES
WANT YOU TO BITE MY TONGUE UNTIL I BLEED
AND YOU CAN PUT THESE FUCKING WORDS IN MY OBITUARY 🖤🩸🖤
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Hey guys.
This might be long, but I need to do it.
My best friend had a break-up, with a family and ex-partner who planned something so vile and cruel, its left us in shock.
Not only has she had death threat from the mother, intentional, malicious planning and finally...an abduction/theft of her cat. (Plus continued threats.)
I'll explain.
Since the break up, my friend has been under fire and a huge dispute over the cat HE gifted, HER. She is in full ownership of Joey. Chipped, registered.
They've falsely registered him as a THERAPY CAT, where this is the twist. He has had a motorbike accident. The accident resulted in infection of the leg, where he CHOSE to have it amputated. (Or he had the choice to have it drained for a series of months to rid it.) Upon glamorising losing a limb, over and over. He chose amputation.
Fast forward to the operation, recovery...he broke up with my friend, who obviously was heartbroken. He said he would take Joey, his mum will come over, and take him.
My friend felt unsafe, so she chained the door, upon her housings advice. Big disputes happened, but his mother often sent messages bullshitting, to put it lightly to my mum who tried her best to feed us the information to help us out and keep the peace.
I came over a week ago, where I've been guarding the home, being an extra body and of course, company to my best friend who needed it. We felt unsafe, but had things secured.
Roll on to the day before the incident.
His mother came round, who told us and my mum, bare in mind we were warned. She had a key and was acting on proxy for the ex, so she was well within her right to act and take measurements for his wheelchair. As they were going to co-habit til his recovery. Which it was fine, all dandy.
She did her measurements, checked doorways. I helped her. Knowing the more peaceful this went, i'll help as I can. When she left, we found out she'd secretly taken photos of the kitchen, living room, hallway.
Only later did she say that housing wasn't happy. So we took it on the chin, and heard that the ex, now with one leg, was coming over as SOME point to measure himself.
My suspicions were growing, and I kept checking the house hourly if I could manage for any sign of trouble.
Thus came the next day.
The incident.
Ex came to door and let his sister, who abused my friend with threats of violence. (Blaming it on her BPD/EUPD.) Himself and his sister were in the apartment. My friend ready to record via her recorder, and the Ring Doorbell caught it too.
Being me, I greeted both, let them in as he's on the tenancy, I agreed to play by rules and laws just like my friend did. I helped him in the front room, where he beelined to a TERRIFIED Joey (the cat.)
His sister helped pick Joey up off a high shelf, who Joey, looked scared, kicked, scratched, backed up and clawed her and him.
He wanted to ESCAPE. The look of terror in his face haunts me, the fact I thought they were here to measure, possibly say hello to me, Ex said. 'I haven't been straight with you, Thrasher. I'm here for Joey.'
Trying to pull my heartstrings he was crying, saying 'Daddy was here' to Joey. Who was still struggling, so his sister held him in a vice grip in her arms and backed off to the kitchen.
Alarm bells in my head, then the mother let herself in. My friend was in the middle of the hallway, trying to tell them not to leave with Joey.
So. She reached for Joey, not touching the sister, the mother screamed in my ear, over and over, 'If you touch my daughter, I'll kill you'
Not a light threat. I shouted. STOP. BACK OFF. As she leaned into me, this woman is large, very much a loud, violent manipulator.
When my friend backed off , I was distracted by the mother trying to scream bloody fucking murder at my friend, I was ready to blow but I held back.
Holding back was the hardest thing, as someone with BPD myself, i'm heavily medicated, and I was trying to obey the rules. I raised no fist, I raised only my voice, hand on the wall, holding the mother from my friend. I was ticking, all the screaming, we got distracted.
The sister backed in to the kitchen, went for the window we found out.
The mother backed off. Went out the door.
We found the sister, jumping out the window with Joey with the mother and a catbox waiting outside the window.
As I am not going to hurt someone with his now amputated leg, I let him out. He's a tenant, I followed the rules.
Now we've heard they''ve re-registered Joey, changed his info, all behind our backs.
I know its a lot to read, but the sister is known for violence, and there was a kitchen knife on the side, so I didn't grab her, I knew where her eyes were aiming.
They basically pre-meditated, planned a theft of Joey. Through sympathy, their own laws and trickery. This was such a blow, low blow.
Trying to control myself, nursing a now raw ear that I couldn't hear from due to the mother screaming and giving us hell for following the rules and trying to rescue Joey...all this, consoling my friend.
Enter police. Not helpful, the mother had reported us and called them beforehand to her own location.
We were fobbed off. Not a crime. They bent the rules to take the cat.
They lied, so much, we got told nothing they can do.
This is still ongoing.
The other cats have been mourning the loss of Joey...its been heartbreaking. I can't stop beating myself up, my friend is distraught.
We're being threatened with assault as the Sister has 'bruises', none of us touched her apart from the cat who scratched, struggled and her scramble through a KITCHEN WINDOW.
She's threatening court action, after stealing my friends cat.
We're terrified theres more on the way from their horrific family.
I've had this over my birthday, but i'd fight for my friend anyday, fuck my birthday.
So, please, if you've made it this far, thank you.
We're going to try and fight to get Joey back. But we need money, as the other family, ex family rather - have money to throw at anything.
Joey is useless as a therapy cat, not to be blunt, they lied about all his detailed and paid online for a sheet that legally binds him as a therapy cat.
The crash, incident, everything with the ex, happened 7 months after he gave her Joey. He was lied about being bought as a therapy cat.
So, they lied saying Joey was a replacement/therapy cat to get over the loss of Milo, his old cat who died years ago. Hard as it is, he used his dead cat's name to plan, steal and kidnap Joey.
I'm sorry.
Its been hard.
I'm tired, my ear is crackling and we fear more attacks.
Remember, if I had reacted, touched, hurt anyone to get Joey, i'd be in jail.
Police deem all this not a crime, btw.
We lost Joey, and it hurts. I'll never forget the look of fear in his face, this whole event has scarred us mentally.
The betrayal, everything.
And they still texted my mother, saying Happy Birthday.
Please, if you can, we're trying to find legal help which costs in the UK, here's the link to the GoFundMe.
Here's the link.
https://gofund.me/8b89ce8b
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Commissions will be dealt with. Then I may close until things calm down.
I'm sorry.
My friend and I are heartbroken.
I still fear they may do more to hurt her.
Police did fuck all, because they underhandedly did everything 'legally' .
This was so hard to type, i'm sorry Joey. I'm so sorry.
x
This might be long, but I need to do it.
My best friend had a break-up, with a family and ex-partner who planned something so vile and cruel, its left us in shock.
Not only has she had death threat from the mother, intentional, malicious planning and finally...an abduction/theft of her cat. (Plus continued threats.)
I'll explain.
Since the break up, my friend has been under fire and a huge dispute over the cat HE gifted, HER. She is in full ownership of Joey. Chipped, registered.
They've falsely registered him as a THERAPY CAT, where this is the twist. He has had a motorbike accident. The accident resulted in infection of the leg, where he CHOSE to have it amputated. (Or he had the choice to have it drained for a series of months to rid it.) Upon glamorising losing a limb, over and over. He chose amputation.
Fast forward to the operation, recovery...he broke up with my friend, who obviously was heartbroken. He said he would take Joey, his mum will come over, and take him.
My friend felt unsafe, so she chained the door, upon her housings advice. Big disputes happened, but his mother often sent messages bullshitting, to put it lightly to my mum who tried her best to feed us the information to help us out and keep the peace.
I came over a week ago, where I've been guarding the home, being an extra body and of course, company to my best friend who needed it. We felt unsafe, but had things secured.
Roll on to the day before the incident.
His mother came round, who told us and my mum, bare in mind we were warned. She had a key and was acting on proxy for the ex, so she was well within her right to act and take measurements for his wheelchair. As they were going to co-habit til his recovery. Which it was fine, all dandy.
She did her measurements, checked doorways. I helped her. Knowing the more peaceful this went, i'll help as I can. When she left, we found out she'd secretly taken photos of the kitchen, living room, hallway.
Only later did she say that housing wasn't happy. So we took it on the chin, and heard that the ex, now with one leg, was coming over as SOME point to measure himself.
My suspicions were growing, and I kept checking the house hourly if I could manage for any sign of trouble.
Thus came the next day.
The incident.
Ex came to door and let his sister, who abused my friend with threats of violence. (Blaming it on her BPD/EUPD.) Himself and his sister were in the apartment. My friend ready to record via her recorder, and the Ring Doorbell caught it too.
Being me, I greeted both, let them in as he's on the tenancy, I agreed to play by rules and laws just like my friend did. I helped him in the front room, where he beelined to a TERRIFIED Joey (the cat.)
His sister helped pick Joey up off a high shelf, who Joey, looked scared, kicked, scratched, backed up and clawed her and him.
He wanted to ESCAPE. The look of terror in his face haunts me, the fact I thought they were here to measure, possibly say hello to me, Ex said. 'I haven't been straight with you, Thrasher. I'm here for Joey.'
Trying to pull my heartstrings he was crying, saying 'Daddy was here' to Joey. Who was still struggling, so his sister held him in a vice grip in her arms and backed off to the kitchen.
Alarm bells in my head, then the mother let herself in. My friend was in the middle of the hallway, trying to tell them not to leave with Joey.
So. She reached for Joey, not touching the sister, the mother screamed in my ear, over and over, 'If you touch my daughter, I'll kill you'
Not a light threat. I shouted. STOP. BACK OFF. As she leaned into me, this woman is large, very much a loud, violent manipulator.
When my friend backed off , I was distracted by the mother trying to scream bloody fucking murder at my friend, I was ready to blow but I held back.
Holding back was the hardest thing, as someone with BPD myself, i'm heavily medicated, and I was trying to obey the rules. I raised no fist, I raised only my voice, hand on the wall, holding the mother from my friend. I was ticking, all the screaming, we got distracted.
The sister backed in to the kitchen, went for the window we found out.
The mother backed off. Went out the door.
We found the sister, jumping out the window with Joey with the mother and a catbox waiting outside the window.
As I am not going to hurt someone with his now amputated leg, I let him out. He's a tenant, I followed the rules.
Now we've heard they''ve re-registered Joey, changed his info, all behind our backs.
I know its a lot to read, but the sister is known for violence, and there was a kitchen knife on the side, so I didn't grab her, I knew where her eyes were aiming.
They basically pre-meditated, planned a theft of Joey. Through sympathy, their own laws and trickery. This was such a blow, low blow.
Trying to control myself, nursing a now raw ear that I couldn't hear from due to the mother screaming and giving us hell for following the rules and trying to rescue Joey...all this, consoling my friend.
Enter police. Not helpful, the mother had reported us and called them beforehand to her own location.
We were fobbed off. Not a crime. They bent the rules to take the cat.
They lied, so much, we got told nothing they can do.
This is still ongoing.
The other cats have been mourning the loss of Joey...its been heartbreaking. I can't stop beating myself up, my friend is distraught.
We're being threatened with assault as the Sister has 'bruises', none of us touched her apart from the cat who scratched, struggled and her scramble through a KITCHEN WINDOW.
She's threatening court action, after stealing my friends cat.
We're terrified theres more on the way from their horrific family.
I've had this over my birthday, but i'd fight for my friend anyday, fuck my birthday.
So, please, if you've made it this far, thank you.
We're going to try and fight to get Joey back. But we need money, as the other family, ex family rather - have money to throw at anything.
Joey is useless as a therapy cat, not to be blunt, they lied about all his detailed and paid online for a sheet that legally binds him as a therapy cat.
The crash, incident, everything with the ex, happened 7 months after he gave her Joey. He was lied about being bought as a therapy cat.
So, they lied saying Joey was a replacement/therapy cat to get over the loss of Milo, his old cat who died years ago. Hard as it is, he used his dead cat's name to plan, steal and kidnap Joey.
I'm sorry.
Its been hard.
I'm tired, my ear is crackling and we fear more attacks.
Remember, if I had reacted, touched, hurt anyone to get Joey, i'd be in jail.
Police deem all this not a crime, btw.
We lost Joey, and it hurts. I'll never forget the look of fear in his face, this whole event has scarred us mentally.
The betrayal, everything.
And they still texted my mother, saying Happy Birthday.
Please, if you can, we're trying to find legal help which costs in the UK, here's the link to the GoFundMe.
Here's the link.
https://gofund.me/8b89ce8b
---
Commissions will be dealt with. Then I may close until things calm down.
I'm sorry.
My friend and I are heartbroken.
I still fear they may do more to hurt her.
Police did fuck all, because they underhandedly did everything 'legally' .
This was so hard to type, i'm sorry Joey. I'm so sorry.
x
The UK is a lot more responsible about guns than we are, but is there anything like Castle Doctrine or self-defense laws in the UK? A cricket bat would have done nearly as much damage as a gun in that situation, and these people needed to get beaten out of that house. If they ever come near you or your friend again, I'd say it's time for the claws to come out and ANY force required to get them out applied immediately.
I hate this easily manipulated 'justice' system we have.