De-Evolution of an Abuser... the Genesis of BinkStink

ah... now BinkStink is accusing me of stalking her... again, this is what a psychopath does... i have proof of her stalking my BLOG and have posted it ... and have asked her to go away... and of course she has persisted.. i blocked her home IP some time ago... then she started stalking my blog from Providence Medical Center... and now i guess she's gone to the trouble of getting a proxy server.. because she is STILL reading my blog... and admits to it...

THIS BITCH WILL STALK ME ANYWHERE I GO NO MATTER HOW MUCH I TRY TO IGNORE HER!! even to Lisa E. Scott where she proceeded to lie & slander my friend, Barbara - same way she lies about everyone including her EX NEVER WAS HER HUSBAND (as she 'claims') - Tim... hence, this blog

this is from her blog... dated march 9th...

Somebody STOP me from reading her blog!! Is this the same thing as checking your ex-abusive-boyfriend's Facebook friend list? Then there's always 'keep your friends close and your enemies closer'

this is interesting in many ways... firstly... she sees no problem with continuing to read my blog... by any means available... and yet... if i happen to read some old posts of hers from the Catbox... some that she probably hoped no one would ever see again... then - according to her twisted logic - i am stalking her!!!

I've never had anyone do RESEARCH on me :) No wait :( Who is stalking whom? I realize she won't feel a "normal" sense of shame for showing herself as a stalker.

as with all Narcs/Psychopaths... BinkStink MUST have the last word... so she throws up nasty crap about me on her blog... then blocks me from responding... so i did contact her (in order to defend myself from her spew) ... here's the horrible, stalking thing i had to say to her...

seriously.... the person who wrote these things... sounds NOTHING like the hateful, obnoxious stuff you've been posting lately!

the things i am talking about are things she said in posts on the Catbox... when she first arrived there... as they are shockingly different from the things she has spewed at me and others lately...

now of course, she can read my blog for sometimes HOURS on end... and that - according to her continued twisted logic - somehow is not 'research'... but if i read posts that she made on a public forum... then all of sudden i'm 'researching' and 'stalking' her! lol!.. she is probably saying these things in reaction to what the posts contain... which seem to be from a completely different person than the one who attacked me repeatedly... and who now is attacking people she doesn't even know on Our Place...

i decided to read some of BinkStink's old posts... and it was SHOCKING... the difference between the things she said then... and the things she says now...

perhaps BinkStink should take the advice she gleefully dispensed to another

Catboxer...

http://www.drirene.com/catbox/index.php?showtopic=79164&st=20

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Posted 18 August 2009 - 12:35 PM

Until you realize that your sense of self worth is INSIDE of you, not out there in someone else's possession, you will be miserable and reading his stuff about you till Kingdom Come. You are the only one in control here. No one can knock sense into your head. If you are cooking rabbits, then YOU are doing it, no one else is pulling any puppet strings. That's the first thing you need to understand, and stop blaming other people for YOUR behavior.

Spend this time working on yourself in therapy, that's where your solution lies. You have a big problem with personal responsibility, accepting the consequences of your OWN behavior, and are causing yourself terrible grief by your own hand. No one here can control your fingers that do the typing :lol:

I got the impression you attribute YOUR behavior to other people causing it. "Blame" is attributing "cause". His spewing on about you on another board doesn't "cause" you to do anything. You are always choosing to do what you do, maybe not consciously. When a person is choosing to torture themselves, it's hard to know what to say :lol: but STOP READING HIS NONSENSE!!! Stop hurting yourself. Why would you want to deliberately hurt yourself?

That's why I mentioned working on YOU in therapy. Discuss with your therapist that you have this tendency to torture yourself, and what could that be about?

now BinkStink is saying i'm stalking her... let me quote some of her own spew towards me...

You'd make your blog private or invitation only if you were so APPALLED at being READ (your version of stalked)

why don't you make the shit you smear on other people PRIVATE, BinkStink?... oh yeah... because it's no fun to ABUSE people if no one can see it!!!...

it's not surprising the cowardly blame shifting finger pointing stance BinkStink is taking... typical Narc... it's somehow MY fault she reads MY blog after I tried repeated to block her??? but alas... it's hard to rewrite history that is in writing... especially when a Narc is so fond of their abusiveness they don't bother to erase it...

the first shot fired was the hateful attack BinkStink launched on me... when she was bowing and scraping and backpedaling and trying to butt kiss her way back onto the Catbox... where she'd been banned for stalking and slandering other members... i couldn't have cared less... but all that changed when she started attacking me...

I wonder if it is the sudden appearance of anti-Catbox blogspots that people the front page of the Google search engine (I haven't tried any others)? Holy crap, there's a new one by an individual we are ALL familiar with who calls herself Confederaterebel (AKA Eggshellshocked, Outandabout, NeedsHRTBadly, Avoiding_Prozac, Gnashes With Teeth, whatEVER). My own journal modestly dusts the bottom of the page, but then above there is Hope's thread on Rick Ross, comparing Dr Irene's methodology with a cult known as Landmark, and of course NeBody's blog that has held a strong second place since the Meltdown itself.

Maybe THOSE little oil spills of information are causing potential new members to look askance.. I've read the entirety of Confederaterebel's blog (which I will, for the sake of the intelligence of my readers, NOT link to). This is an unfortunate woman who began her career on the Catbox with a truly sad story . . . living out her last days in a foreclosing house with beloved dogs and no home for herself and them in sight. Everyone is different, and as she lifted her head and blinked into the day, she saw rage instead of the Groundhog of Healing. There are plenty of other venues for frothing, foaming, vicious vengance vigilantes,(yeah....like BinkStink's blog) but no, she plants herself in the Catbox and within a few weeks, out she goes. She comes back a few times under various guises to spew vitriol and bask in all the negative attention and frighteningly, some positive (frightening to BinkStink i guess)

She is the first poster I ever put on ignore. I could NOT deal with the ...and all the... between all her .... not to mention all the "fresh fish" metaphors, gawd!!!

With all her outright disgust with Trubble's Catbox and Our Place , it causes me to wonder why she kept coming back.

She could not let go and now fills pages of the internet with some . . . I have to admit, very clever invective. Yeah, it's insipid and transparent . . . she loves her flying monkeys and counts her hits and flybys. The trouble is, her rhetoric is so NONcontagious that she is inadvertently giving a metric ton of publicity to Our Place, The Next Right Choice and Trubble's Catbox. (I hope so!!! I want people to see how abusive those places are to real abuse victims who need real help!!!)

pretty nasty, BinkStink... pretty nasty... so i come on and tell her if she doesn't like it to kiss my ass and go away... and the next thing you know that horse faced bitch Goongoddess (BinkStink's spew-sister and proxy) is crawling my ass like cheap underwear with her 'quite the heap of venomous hatred' BS ...

i believe it all goes back to the one line where she revealed herself... 'my own journal modestly dusts the bottom of the page'... the nasty Narc BinkStink was full of rage and envy over this blog... waaaaay back when... and she still can't get over it... Narc jealousy and rage that something else actually gets more attention than her blog... where she writes vicious hateful 'advice' to victims on sites she herself is banned from... things not read or paid attention to... and here we are...

all Psychopaths and Narcs are big on rewriting and tweaking history... that's probably why so few of them put history in writing in the first place... but BinkStink did put history in writing... which makes it just a little bit harder to rewrite...

the agenda of Irene and the Catbox is personal responsibility... they want to force people to take personal responsibility... even for things that aren't their personal responsibility to take.... like the behavior of their Narc and Psychopath abusers... they want victims to take the BLAME for being victimized...i have a problem with that... a HUGE problem... but BinkStink does not... at least not until personal responsibility applies to HER...

so before we start off down the twisting dark road into the 'bad neighborhood' that is BinkStink's mind... let me again quote her..

You are the only one in control here. No one can knock sense into your head. If you are cooking rabbits, then YOU are doing it, no one else is pulling any puppet strings. That's the first thing you need to understand, and stop blaming other people for YOUR behavior.Spend this time working on yourself in therapy, that's where your solution lies. You have a big problem with personal responsibility, accepting the consequences of your OWN behavior, and are causing yourself terrible grief by your own hand.

and into the darkness we go...

first stop... BinkStink's first post on the Catbox...

Posted 28 August 2007 - 03:28 AM
Hi everyone, this is my first post. I keep wanting to change my thread title, it sounds sarcastic, but I think I am just still stunned, and angry with myself.

I only recently realized that I've been living with a wretched abusive man for seven years. I just thought he had anger issues, was kind of insensitive, had bad mood swings, and of course drug addiction. I finally managed to kick him out in June, after he was tazed by the police and taken into custody. The sheriff came out to inform me, and I saw my opportunity. I surprised the heck out of him and told him I want a protection order and I'll tell them EVERYTHING. I thought this was all about his drug problems, but he was abusive and scary when he was stone sober too. He's been gone only a little over two months, and I attend Alanon, which has been an absolute lifesaver. There was still a lot of stuff that didn't make sense and I have felt so ashamed of all this, and the shame has just persisted even though he's no longer here.

I feel like I have let myself down in the worst way.

I saw plenty of red flags along the way, and ignored them (like we all do I suppose). I was in a rough spot in my life when I met "Doofus" (that really describes him). I was a single mom with two bratty teenagers, now lovely adults. I worked full time as an RN, which is where I met the Doof, at work. My best friend had just passed away from breast cancer, we spoke daily since we were in junior college, raised our kids together, went through boyfriends together. I was probably insane from grief and just feeling so alone when I met Doofus. He was very religious, and told me he just wanted to sit on the beach and hold hands, he was dating another nurse who just wanted sex, his wife left him and took his son back to Japan because "she was so depressed and scared of everything". Poor guy!! Well I had to have him. He said he wanted to be a Daddy again. He wanted a garden and pets and a wife and children. He was still married to his wife in Japan, but she refused to come back. He said she was such a beautiful, perfect woman (yes he used those words), so "clean" in her person and housekeeping, and the perfect mother to their little boy, too. He mused about getting together with her, or going to Japan to be with her. I bought every single bit of it.

Yeah, she exists, and she left him because a SWAT team descended and tossed her house for drug making paraphernalia, scaring her and the baby to death. This I heard from his mother a year into the relationship. His drug history was "long ago", and his favorite was methamphetamine, he even cooked it. I still had to have him! What is that about?? He didn't tell me he had genital herpes. Not until after I caught it and wondered what in the he11 was going on down there . . . and my response? Well he'd been acting very angry, would lock me out of the bedroom, refuse to have sex with me because I wasn't doing it right, yada yada. When I lose it and begin to sob and demand that he leave (he'd moved in about two weeks before, and we'd already been through some serious fights), he went crazy apologizing, he was having an "outbreak" and it always made him feel sick and grumpy.

I was relieved! It was only herpes! And of course that is what was going on "down there" with me . . . but I was so relieved he was "back and loving" again that I just couldn't tell him that I had it too, I couldn't break his heart.

I just want to VOMIT writing this. But this is the truth. Two years ago, after much insisting, Doofus got his wish, and I sold my house in California so we could go "live in the country". We chose Idaho after a long road trip. It didn't take long for his real motives to come through. How many of us have been told the story that their Doofus would feel so much happier, wouldn't be so stressed and angry and nasty, if they could get out of the city? Moving to the country just gave him more imagined freedom to relapse on meth, accumulate a whole lot of guns and not so nice people in great abundance. Within a year of moving up here, I persisted and began getting livestock. Ironically, the move was his idea but I REALLY got into it . . . egg laying chickens, geese, turkeys, guineas and goats for milk. I loved it!! Thank God for my critters as they kept me sane, and don't forget, I had a garden and learned to can my own food. I've had a great time with that stuff, but in the background . . . I felt like I willingly walked into the biggest trap of my life. I wasn't about to leave the farm. Doofus wasn't about to leave the farm either. He continued to binge, disappearing two weeks of each month, and hosting booze/weed/pill parties in between. Of course I protested. He thought I was "cute" when I got angry. I threw a teflon pan at him and gashed his leg, I don't think "cute" fits too well. I was just as crazy as he was by the time the inevitable happened.

He'd always made "jokes" about me in public. If I pointed out his behavior, he seemed pleased that I noticed. If he was angry and irritable, he threatened to shut me up for good. When I threatened to call the sheriff, he was high and very agitated, he picked up a claw hammer and thrust it in my face and threatened to bash my skull in. I never confronted him again. I just planned how to get rid of him. But, I felt such shame. Not that I "deserved" his abuse . . . I never felt like I deserved it, long before I got over that. It was that I STAYED, that I overlooked so much, that I glazed over and spaced out instead of leaving long, long before. I'd let him have his way just to shut him up. I used to have a script for Xanax because I hate flying and had to for a while in one job. I refilled it, lying to my doctor, so I could give HIM the stupid pills, a few Xanax in him and he'd leave me the he11 alone, you know? I didn't take them but I didn't need to, somehow I can shut it all out and not deal with it all on my own. And that's what I did.

In June he tried to elude police and was tazed and that's when I told the sheriffs everything. They couldn't believe I hadn't "done" something long ago. They were nice about it, very helpful actually. I didn't know what to tell them. I didn't think they could do anything. If I called them, and they walked away for lack of evidence, he might have killed me.(isn't it amazing how little empathy BinkStink has for me... .even in light of this?...) I couldn't have articulated this at the time to them.

I am here on this board because I just don't get it! What happened to me?? I put up with this for seven years. I abandoned my kids. I let Doofus run the show, and he has ruined me financially. Oh he had my complicity.

I know this sounds dramatic but I am SO ANGRY with myself. I'm plenty angry with the Doof and will take out his leg if he sets foot on this property, he taught me how to shoot. I have no trouble being angry with him. But it's the anger at myself that is really hurting me.

In Alanon, I get the support for the drug addict end of it, and addiction and abuse often coincide, but are different issues. I'm just beginning to "get" that. Many of my close friends there have lovely spouses who just have an addiction. I had to admit the Doofus was never a lovely person, except when we first met. And then, I had to wonder what on God's green earth I was trying to do all these years, how willing I was to live a miserable life and put up with such carp.BTW, he's living at the edge of town in a junky trailer park. Rumor has it he's still waiting for me to "make up my mind". I believe I've already done that. I have a yearlong R.O., have retained a lawyer (can't afford him to take it to trial though), and every time he's violated the RO I've called 911 and they cart him off. This is a very small town, and we are "new"here, his "friends" steer clear of him because the sheriffs watch every move he makes, his "good" friends steer clear too. Why he hasn't gone to hide in the mountains in shame is amazing, but I know it's because he doesn't think he's done anything wrong.

I hope to find the answers here and in my readings on abuse. If you've made it this far, I thank you so much. Even more stuff is sailing home just writing this Bink

wow... she sounds NORMAL.. almost... there are a lot of similarities between BinkStink's story and my own... you would think that would cause her to have some understanding and empathy for me... instead of contempt and hatred...

what is the major difference between me and BinkStink?... SHAME... BinkStink is full of shame... self hatred... self loathing... and i am not... i have never ever accepted any of the blame or responsibility for the psychopath who abused me... is BinkSink envious of that?... it would appear so... early on she gave this creepy clue to how bad the neighborhood is inside her head...

Life beyond abuse, for me, is acknowledging how similar I am to my abuser, these days. How easy it is for me to be abusive, careless, refuse to take responsibility, refuse to acknowledge there is a greater reality than I want there to be.

sorry... i've had an abusive psychopath projecting his garbage onto me for years... and i'm full up... but BinkStink has decided to turn her 'Hippodrome projector' onto me... .to this day...

now let's turn on our xenon flashlights and go deeper into the bad neighborhood that is BinkStink's mind...

in my 'our feature presentation' posts... i unmasked BinkStink for the Narc she is... and included some of literally hundreds of hateful abusive posts she made to me...

so before we venture further into the mean streets of BinkStink's psyche... let me recap a few she made regarding my pets... and money... you will soon see how BinkStink has in the comments below, attempted to turn ME into HER... all these things below... are things BinkStink said and did... as you'll soon see...

Your damage is not special or unique, and neither are you. That's the hope and the promise. But in your mind, it is the reason to give up and turn your hurt onto other people for not REALLY helping you, which I am coming to conclude would only be to send money.If that's what you want -- real, practical HELP -- then you'd better tone down your invective or no one will WANT to help such a vindictive, ungrateful, snarling pathetic thing

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you don't WANT a hand up, you want a hand out. And who wants to give a hand out to such a vicious, insulting bitch as yourself? NO ONE.

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There is no medication or real effective therapy for people with your issues. Except prison, to keep you away from taking advantage of naive people who have a hard time believing people as bottomlessly cruel and greedy even EXIST

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Funny you don't address the health of your animals, just the one thing that doesn't necessarily implicate you.Do you even HAVE eight dogs and six cats? Or is that just another one of your crafted stories to get pity? It's just a bit over the top, just like the rest of your story

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They fall for your fake sob story, try to help you, and when you overwhelm them with outrageous requests and then get ANGRY with them for not complying, they run for their lives

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You slowly doom your animals to starvation and illness and neglect, supposedly. You tell lies to get sympathy and money. You try to take advantage of a system meant to help the TRULY needy. What is your opinion of yourSELF?

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For all I know, you aren't living in a "hovel" with nine thousand animals. Someone would have called the Animal Cops on you by now for all your claims they are in need of food and care. How do you keep the fleas and heartworm under control? Do you brush them all and bathe them all? How do you care for their teeth? Do you do your own surgery on them when they are ill? You can't take care of them, if I am to believe your story.But I am starting to not believe it. If you can support 8 dogs and six cats, you DO have money. Because NO WHERE on Planet Earth is there enough charity or people willing to provide it without calling Animal Control on you!.

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A person on dial up internet CANNOT set up or maintain a blog such as yours A person who is "disabled" because of their "complex PTSD" cannot manage to string enough thoughts together to set up a blog such as yours, nor would they have the intense focus to maintain such a pathetic sob story for SO LONG as to take advantage of good people until they too run the other direction when you begin attacking THEM. It is YOU who have been busted. As an abuser yourself. As a psychopath yourself. I ought to ban you entirely, out of decency and principle. Except you amuse me.

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Are you flea infested?Are you running with red open sores from the vermin munching on your ankles? Do your dogs gasp and lay quietly on the ends of their chains, fur matted and eyes dim from starvation and worms? Does your hovel stink from the scarce kitty litter? Or are they shitting up the poor man's yard where you keep your hovel? Do you scoop it up out of some rare impulse to actually be grateful? If you do, where do you PUT the POO? In his garbage can? Or do you dry it and burn it for heat

BEHOLD!! BinkStink conning her fellow Catboxers out of MONEY...

http://www.drirene.com/catbox/index.php?showtopic=47160

Posted 18 December 2007 - 09:09 PM

ATM is a POS waste of the human genome and if I EVER doubted he was a sociopath/narcissist I no longer do. I am crushed to think I had this evil menace to society in my home, in my bed, how can I not look like some kind of moral idiot myself?And how is he getting all these people to HELP him when he is such an OBVIOUS criminal low life?? His widdle nuts got cold and somehow he got this couple -- who know him WELL and everything that's gone on -- to allow him to move in with him. These are salt of the earth folks . . . they are my friends too . . . they KNOW I got a RO for a reason! They know WHY I got one!I feel totally stupid saying this but I feel so betrayed by them. I know that's not what really happened but DAM guys, what the hell?? They are giving him 3 hots and a cot AND a base from which to operate. He cannot function unless he is feeding off of someone, he's been a complete mess since I kicked him out. This couple who allowed him to move in assured me they would NEVER let him come back and stay with them again. Man, that HURTS. I am so hurt. They didn't intend to hurt me or betray me. No, they fell "victim" to ATM and are poster children for why we need Alanon meetings up here. Still . . .

Then, I'm on a well for water and there is a leak in the cistern. I fill it up and by the next day, 300 gallons of water is gone. My car spouted an exhaust leak and I am BROKE. I mean I have NO money except about 200 bucks worth of savings bonds. Then the phone company called and my "service may be temporarily disconnected" tonight at midnight.

Oh yeah, my lawyer called me back to tell me he doesn't think refunding me any of my retainer is a good idea considering we will need every cent 'cause ATM is now on a litigious ROLL. He also counseled me NOT to sell anything, even if my phone gets cut off, and he was very serious about that.Oh and I have four bales of hay left for the goats. I've been trying to sell them off without any luck for months, I have offered them for FREE to local 4H but haven't heard back . . . guys, my only other option is to shoot them and butcher them.

No, I don't have a J*O*B goddammit. I haven't even been able to function beyond the daily necessities. I guess there is no kick in the pants like this, huh? I need to wake up and get with the program. No one can do this for me. I cannot "eat" support and validation, nor will it keep the animals fed and the phone on :) I have to snap out of this depression and MOVE my butt.

My family are . . . well, lovely, POOR and rather dithering. I'd just worry them into heart attacks.I feel very, very frightened. And furious. And . . . I guess resigned. What can I do? But put one foot in front of the other. I have a great deal of faith in God but that doesn't mean I don't have some hell to go through.

I know this is a lot . . . if you made it through, knowing you read it means so much.

wow... that is quite the manipulative post!!. poor BinkStink... she cannot 'eat support and validation''.. support and validation won't keep her animals fed!!!.. she's BROKE... she's going to have to BUTCHER her pets... wow...

now... let's take a moment to review some of her vile spew at ME...onto whom she has chosen to PROJECT HERSELF and HER PATHOLOGY!!.

'you tell lies to get sympathy and money'... here she is projecting herself onto me!!.. it is BinkStink who was telling lies to get sympathy and money!!. because i have never used my pets or my situation to solicit sympathy or money!!. EVER!!! she is attacking me... but actually talking about herself! and the same with this attack...

For all I know, you aren't living in a "hovel" with nine thousand animals. Someone would have called the Animal Cops on you by now for all your claims they are in need of food and care. How do you keep the fleas and heartworm under control? Do you brush them all and bathe them all? How do you care for their teeth? Do you do your own surgery on them when they are ill? You can't take care of them, if I am to believe your story.

But I am starting to not believe it. If you can support 8 dogs and six cats, you DO have money. Because NO WHERE on Planet Earth is there enough charity or people willing to provide it without calling Animal Control on you!.

gee BinkStink... how does someone with NO MONEY care for -- let me quote you .... "a herd of 25 goats, a couple dozen chickens and ten geese and two tom turkeys, 13 dogs and two cats. Oh yeah, and me :)" ... followed up with that talk about BUTCHERING her pets!!.

and well... she can't SELL anything... because her lawyer has told her not to!!.. OMG... and for all these women on the Catbox knew... BinkStink is NOT 'living in a hovel with nine thousand animals'!! she's projecting herself onto me AGAIN... a couple of people tell her to give the animals away... nd leave... or take them to a shelter...

well -- now BinkStink seemed to think i was lying about the shelters here being

full... maybe it's because of her 'forgetting' THIS post of HERS!!!

Thanks Miki The animal shelters were something I'd looked into a while back, they are crammed with animals and can't take a single one. I even called today, no change, but I was able to schedule spay/neuter of the puppies for free

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Oh I "know" about the farm life thing . . . ATM was going to be the one to "do the deed" while I disappeared myself until it was all over . . . I did this last year with a couple of goats, I handled it OK. Once it didn't "look like" the poor goat any more I was alright .

What I CANNOT kill and eat are my precious little poultry people. I love birds and it would be like butchering one of my dogs There are two geese who I will take with me, and my cats Bebe and Bink. I pray I can find temporary homes for the two adult dogs and the Great Pyrenees.

by now Catboxer Wind Dancer has offered to send her money by paypal... and the ball starts rolling... Wind Dancer even offers to let her come to Georgia and stay with her...

The general feeling about livestock is . . .well, they are food and open mouths, what are you, crazy? Times are tough, butcher them.

Not a single person has offered to help me keep them going until I can somehow, some way, get them on to new homes or Freezer Camp. Wind I don't know what to say, you can't see my face (and I'd be hiding it anyway), people who don't even know me from Adam offering to help me is . . . well, I am used to helping others, and so not used to being helped.

I'll set up a pay pal thingie, maybe I can use it to sell something on Ebay?I know I can't just sit here and wait any more. I don't even know what I was waiting for . . . for God to drop a care package from Heaven? To find a money tree, a sugar daddy? I wasn't even thinking . . . I can do "One Day at a Time" like a champ but I think I over did it

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I have received more support that I FEEL from the people here than from all the IRL interactions I've had in the last two years. I am not kidding. That support ALONE has lifted me up, guys.

And NO ONE has offered to help me feed my critters till I can get them rehomed except you all. It's not surprising . . . number one, I never asked :) and second, you don't want to know how they "take care" of unwanted animals up here.

I feel like I must say the "right thing" to convey my gratitude, but for the life of me I don't have words for it. I have words for everything too . . . but have to go around the mulberry bush, it's just too powerful for me to give it "word" right now.

after acting like she, who seems to be of at least average intelligence, had no idea about paypal or how to set up an account.. someone did it for her... and the money poured in... how much no one but she knows...

OH BOY!! I just looked and SO many have responded and placed donations in my little PayPall account . . . I am truly FLOORED guys :( I am going to make sure every bit of donations and love and concern sent my way MEAN SOMETHING. I promise it will! It is going to be my leg up.I am NOT giving up. This all gives me so much more hope where I was running out of it . . .Y ou have made a difference. A bigger one than you know!

Perhaps the favorite all around foodies for the livestock is cracked grains. I call it "crack" lol because they go for it like the drug!! It's especially important to have a little "crack" in the winters up here, it keeps the internal fires burning and little beasts warm and chunky and healthy.

And, it is not expensive, and goes a long way.

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BinkStink... here -- in her rabid malicious attacks on ME... was actually talking about herself...

'you slowly doom your animals to starvation and illness and neglect, supposedly. You tell lies to get sympathy and money.

BinkStink did what she is accusing me of!!. she really played them... and then... when the Catbox blew up... BinkStink thanked them all by hatefully betraying everyone who had sent her that money... attacked them... maligned them... and took sides with Dr. Irene... .again to further her own agenda... and that's why she is not welcome at Our Place.... because she conned them... and they know it...

who wants to give a hand out to such a vicious insulting bitch as yourself, BinkStink? i bet these days... NO ONE...

Here's more of her spew against me:

I agree that what I think of me and know to be true is enough. I don't actually have a problem with her calling me a narc or a ravening psychopath intent upon victimizing the already victimized.

nope... what BinkStink has a PROBLEM with is me causing a psychopath (her) some discomfort... too much full strength truth for her taste...

see... i had a 'profession' too... i was a real estate broker for many years... and i'm not quite beliving BinkStink's story!!.. i can go back and look up home sale prices in San Diego the year BinkStink sold hers... and what the appreciation rates were... and i don't believe for one minute that BinkStink took the profit from the sale of her home... bought 20 acres and a cabin in Idaho... bought a bunch of livestock... bought trucks...a snowmobile...tools.. and assorted other things we will eventually hear her tell of purchasing... and did it without a job... and then spent two years living there... with no job... surviving solely off the money from the sale of her house... while her ex: ATM spent 100 grand on drugs!!.. nope... just doesn't add up... just doesn't add up...

obviously she and her ex, ATM had a source of income that is for some reason not being mentioned... wonder what that reason could be?... you'll see her say HERSELF that ATM was a meth cook.. why would someone chose to move to a remote area of Idaho?... with no job?... unless they had a new career in mind????????...

hmmmmmm... are you sure that was CHEESE you and ATM were making up on that 40 mile switchback road in the wilds of Idaho, BinkStink????? or is this quote you spewed at ME some more of YOUR projection about yourself???? :)

YOU MARRIED HIM. You thought he was a pretty good deal yourself. I suspect there was a time his nefarious deeds (criminal activity, drug addiction) were lookin' pretty good to you. Together you could rip off the whole world and sit pretty on your real estate millions, together. ceptin's crime does NOT pay.

More from 'always the martyr' BinkStink:

I have a problem with a crazy woman contacting my place of EMPLOYMENT, dragging my personal life forward and causing the need for me to explain how I even know this whackjob. I don't announce wherever I go that I am a domestic abuse survivor. And it is EMBARRASSING to realize I've got another one after me, so unfortunately, I've been reacting, and you're right :)

I don't care what they think of me because suddenly I am a domestic violence survivor. I like to choose when and who I share this information with, on my own terms.

OK, I didn't realize THAT is what bothers me the most.

hmmmmm... then it's back to the THIRD PERSON schizoid shit... with another jab at me for telling the truth:

Who "Bink" is already speaks for itself, and her blog content says more about her.

More from Bink and what she and her proxies say about me.

STAY TUNED FOR PART TWO...

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BEN

2/14/2007

MURDERED

by psychopath Mike McGrannahan

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"The time will come when men such as I will look upon the murder of animals as they now look upon the murder of men." -- Leonardo Da Vinci

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.“I do not bring forgiveness with me, nor forgetfulness. The only ones who can forgive are dead; the living have no right to forget.” -- Chaim Herzog

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''Justice is incidental to law and order." - J. Edgar Hoover

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"Life is life's greatest gift. Guard the life of another creature as you would your own because it is your own. On life's scale of values, the smallest is no less precious to the creature who owns it than the largest." -- Lloyd Biggle Jr.

THE PSYCHOPATH BINKSTINK REWRITES HISTORY, TO SUIT HER AUDIENCE AND HERSELF!!!..

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I twist the facts to suit myself, I rewrite history where I see fit and you must believe it at all costs. I embellish, Omit and dramatise everything to suit my needs.I refuse to listen , if anyone did anything wrong it was you and not me. I am always the victim and never the abuser.I am a great big projection machine and I will deflect and project any evil or bad behaviour back onto you, because you see , You are the problem not me.-
http://masksofsanity.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-am-i.html

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'See, what I did, wasn't much more than call bullshit and confront her about the inconsistencies and evasions in her "story". '

that quote directly above is from BinkStink... from her little pitty party entitled... MEAN PEOPLE SUCK... what she really did was attack me relentlessly... slander me... call me a liar... berate me and deride me on her nasty little blog... so now... well... BinkStink... all i'm doing HERE is CALLING BULLSHIT and confronting YOU about the inconsistencies and evasions in YOUR STORIES!!!!!

as those of you who read my blog regularly know... both my blog and i, and now friends of mine have been stalked and slandered and attacked and harassed for quite some time by Kimberly Anne Stewart, aka Bink on the Catbox.. and known here as BinkStink... this woman is a predator... a psychopath... and i repeatedly asked and told her to leave me alone... or that i would expose her... she refused... so now i am exposing her, as promised...

psychopaths and narcissists are liars... they continually twist and rewrite the truth to suit the situation and and the audience... and this particular psychopath is not only big on PROJECTION... she is to quote her... a 'HIPPODROME PROJECTOR'... all of the vile nasty things she has accused me of are actually her own behaviors...

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we are about to see a psychopath at work... in print... although BinkStink proudly boasts of her over 5000 posts on Trubble's Catbox... it's not the only forum she's been on... but it is the one where she finally found the perfect audience for her CON... she shopped around until she stumbled on them... she shopped around quite a bit... and each time she put a different spin on her EVIL FAIRY TALE... to attract the most sympathy, and for maximum effect...

here is Kimberly Anne Stewart, aka Bink, aka BinkStink... on a public forum called Miracles in Progress... an online Alanon group... on this forum BinkStink is not the frightened abuse victim of the Catbox... but the concerned 'wife' of an addict... seeking to turn her life over to her "Higher Power"... BEHOLD... a lying psychopath in print!!..

KIM65

Full Name: Kim S.

Location: North Idaho
Birthday: 1965-06-28

Messages Posted :812
Status :Active
Member Since :Feb 24, 2007
Last Access: November 25th

Biography

I am 42 yrs old with two grown children and recently separated from an active alcoholic/addict. Two years ago, I left my previous life as a nurse manager for a chemical dependency hospital in San Diego for the homesteading life in rural North Idaho.The move and lifestyle change was not something I would have done without the A hammering at me for YEARS. Once we got up here and got started, he relapsed and has been in this state since. Ironically, I am the one who has embraced this new life and am the current proud Farm Mom for 30 something chickens, 10 geese, 21 dairy goats, 3 and possibly 4 dogs if "Dewey" is really a stray and needs a home, and one little manx kitty.I've been in and out of Alanon since adolescence, when my Dad went into recovery. I joined MIP in January or February (??) since getting to meetings is a rare treasure. I have found sincere recovery on this board, and am a believe than online 12 step off shoots are the real thing. I am deeply grateful to be a part of MIP!

Helen Keller could see that this is the same person as our little BinkStink... and you can already see some variations in her 'story'... the number of dogs is a striking one... by the time she's on the Catbox it has become 13 dogs... and here she is 'recently separated' -- but on the Catbox she has fled a raging lunatic and gotten an RO and is sleeping with her finger on the trigger of a gun, yada yada yada...

you are about to see a psychopath in action... i am going to post KIM65/BINK telling two very DIFFERENT versions of the same fabricated story to two different audiences...be sure and note the DATES... what she did was simply take some yarns she wove at Miracles in Progress, redated and edited them, and posted them on the Catbox... where she finally got what she was looking for...... not sincere recovery.. but some SUCKERS...

http://www.activeboard.com/forum.spark?aBID=42727&p=3&topicID=12806002

Kim65

Posts: 812Date: Jul 25, 2007

Feelings are so weird . . .

and surprising. I ran to the little store in town this morning for gas and passed the A coming out of the store. We were both shocked for a second or two, then he grinned at me . . . his best "Hi, Sweetheart" sort of grin. The one that made my knees weak way back when we began dating.I looked away so fast I almost missed it, and kept walking. I grabbed my Starbucks sugar bomb drink, paid for my gas, and listened to the cashier tell me, "Looks like he's doing real well . . . maybe he'll get his act together??"

By the time I got out to my car tears were dripping from my chin. I just had to sit and cry for a few minutes. I had no coherent thoughts, other than such sadness and grief. I got home and started milking the goats. I told HP "This is yours, I don't even know WHAT I'm feeling right now, but I know you do. I'm letting you have it because I don't have it in me to do anything with it right now.

"The goats got milked, and I had my usual morning of enjoyment with the chickens, the brave turkey who I caught drinking the milk right out of the bucket (what's a little turkey spit between friends??), the usual stuff.

So now that HP took it and I'm less volatile, I have to wonder what happened. The Hi Sweetheart smile undid me somehow, and I wanted to scratch the smile off of his face. How DARE he smile at me ?? I am offended. I feel deeply HURT by it.

We passed a communication to each other, and maybe I do not need to interpret it, but it hit me hard and I thought of you guys right away. . . why his little smile struck me like a bolt of lightening and left a mystery in my heart.

I needed to share this with my Alanon compatriots. I so appreciate you all for being "there" :)

make note of the date... July, 2007... by October of 2007 she was on the Catbox... with a very different version of the same fabricated story... rewritten for her target audience (aka - the next SUCKERS)...

http://www.drirene.com/catbox/index.php?showtopic=44740&st=0&p=517882&#entry517882

Posted 10 October 2007 - 04:19 PM

I had plans to make a trip into "town" (sixty miles away) for supplies . . . I made it four miles into the little hamlet I live in, and see the ex's truck at the post office. I pull into the mini market down the street and just have a very bad feeling . . .

so I sit there and the ex walks out the doors of the mini market, about fifteen feet away from me. There's no hiding. I just turned my head.

Needless to say I did my business at the mini market, turned around and sped four miles back home, shaking. I sound so tough, you know, but I'm not. I go for weeks without hearing a word or even seeing him, which is amazing since there are less than 400 people in this hamlet. But when I do see him, even for a nanosecond, all I want to do is speed home, lock all the doors and windows and gates, make sure my pistol has a bullet in the chamber and LIE LOW.Just seeing him scares me shittless. Yeah, I'm so darn tough alright.

I KNOW my decision to end this relationship is right, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

I KNOW he is a freak of nature, a bad man, a con man, he's screwing whoever he can, drinking and using drugs while going to AA meetings to get a statement from them to take to court for his meth posession charges.

I KNOW I am thinking clearly about him, I am GLAD he's gone, I wish he'd drop off the face of the planet and slither back into the hole he was born from. I am not shaky in my resolve, I don't miss him, I don't have any lingering wishes.

I just get SO scared when we get "close" like this, while he walked past the car I felt a wave of DANGER coming from him in his body language, the way he snapped his pack of cigarettes against the palm of his hand.I am so scared! And all I did was almost run into him.

Am I freaking over nothing? I feel like I am in danger. I am really scared, and there isn't any real reason "why".

Bink

yes, Catboxers... looks like you were HAD by a lying psychopath!!! her adult 20 year old son was living with her and ATM the whole time!!! OOOPS!. she forgot to tell you that???? geee... wonder why?????. poooooor Bink... soooooooo afraid of ATM... but not so afraid as to not let her own son be hanging out with him!!!!!

http://www.activeboard.com/forum.spark?aBID=42727&p=3&topicID=12911077

Date: Aug 2, 2007

What a jerk . .

The A ran into my son and his friend in town, and asked them to come cut wood with him to make a little cash. These 20 yr old boys were thrilled, as the A told them he could make $500 in a single day. They waited for him at his place until they got bored and drifted over to a new friend's home. In the meantime, the A got the car keys from them to "check" something (the car is in the A's name), and now refuses to return the car. It was a set up, easy to do to a couple of 20 yr olds.This little car was my son and friend's transportation. The A bought it this last winter, and has verbally given my son permission to drive it when he came up, by his own word to the kid. At least I can say I didn't get involved in that one.This is the same car the A tried to hijack from me a month ago while I was gassing it up in town. He's managed to get his own truck out of impound, so he has the farm truck, his own truck, and his motorcycle, and now has "reclaimed" the car he promised my son he could use when he first got up here.So my kid walks in the door at midnight last night, having walked 4 1/2 miles from town. It sounds like the boy had a nice time letting the A have it verbally at least :D . He told the A "you're NOTHING" and walked away, after it became clear the car wasn't coming back.Surprisingly my Mother Bear didn't really come out with claws and teeth (well, it was after midnight and I was pooped!). I'm upset but not surprised. The A wouldn't have done something like this a year ago, so my son was caught off guard.Since this car is in the A's name, there's nothing I can do. I do plan on calling the "boss" sheriff up here to notify him of this. It's just info at this point.What this does is screw the boys over, in terms of getting jobs or getting around. We have MY car, which they can use. But still.I just had to get this out. My mind, though fairly calm on this, is still trying to "solve the problem" and go back over and over what I SHOULD have done, I shouild have warned the boys to stay away from him, yada yada.What a royal jerk he is. No big shock.My "real" concern now is this success on the A's part will likely fuel his fire to try and find ways to get the rest of the power tools, etc, that he feels entitled to. Just like this little car, all was purchased with the farm money, which was provided by me. I think I'll call my lawyer too, and see what he has to say. If anything, we can push this lawsuit forward to get to the settlement faster, to get him the hell out of my hair and life period.Luckily, none of the local sheriffs will cooperate with the A in making an appointment to come get the rest of his stuff. Well, that's what he gets for manipulating them. Once burned, twice shy.By writing this, I'm turning it over to HP. Thanks again for listening :)

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wait a minute!!!...she's TERRIFIED of him...but she let's her son hang out with him????.....work with him???......geeez....doesn't sound tooo terrified to me!!.and she thought it was FUNNY when her son CONFRONTED ATM....instead of being SCARED!!!..and in the story above she's calling her lawyer to push her lawsuit through!...i thought she was BROKE....and i thought ATM was in JAIL....i thought there was an RO.......it was all a lie, Catboxers......all a lie!!!......and here are a couple of different versions of the firewood story.........the skanks are her friends..GOOD FRIENDS.....no ,wait..... they were friends of ATM who slept at her house a couple of times......no, wait....they were friends.....no..they were just a couple of drug addicts.......no, wait..........lie lie lie lie lie lie..........

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Nov 8, 2007
Date: Nov 8, 2007

Yesterday mutual friends of exA and I brought over a cord of pine rounds for firewood. This was unannounced, as the puppies had chewed through my phone cord (again). T and M (the mutual friends) just drove up with this wood, which I desperately need. They got it from the exA's "business partner". These two go out on state forest land and get firewood and sell it.

I definitely did not want to involve the exA in anyway, there's a RO and I don't speak to him at all, though he's sent a couple of verbal messages through T and M. I was willing to do business through the "business buddy" though, as long as it wasn't mentioned it was ME. I should have known this would backfire.

T and M said it would be 120 bucks a cord for the wood. Immediately I said that was way too much for PINE. They assured me it was the going price, and there they were in the yard with the truck loaded down. Plus, T and M said the exA had another cord of wood he wanted to just give me for free. ExA's AA sponsor had told him he needed to do that for me, whatever. So I thought well, two cords of wood for 120 bucks. OK.

When we unloaded the wood, T and M let it slip they'd all been hanging out together that morning, with the exA, and so now he knows I was going around him for wood. Very special. I wanted to clang their heads together, but let it go. They also handed me a single sheet letter from exA. Before T and M took off, they said they didn't know IF or WHEN they could get me the wood the exA was just going to give me.

"You know how he is," they said, "You never know if he's telling the truth or not".

I waved them away and had a bad feeling.

uh huh... on MIP she turned pooooor Tim in in hopes of saving him... but on the Catbox... she narc'd out ATM because she 'just wanted him GONE'...

on MIP she's turning it over to her 'higher power'....on the Catbox, all her faith is in her trusty '9mm Walther'...

on MIP her 20 year old son is living with her, and has been for some time... on the Catbox, she has abandoned both her children in California... and is a pathetic fearful domestic violence victim, all alone with a ravening meth addict after her!....

ah... what a tangled web we weave...

http://www.drirene.com/catbox/index.php?showtopic=45804&st=0

Posted 07 November 2007 - 06:35 PM

I've heard nothing from my ex since I got him kicked out in June. He's sent messages via our mutual friends T and M, which I only responded to by telling him NO.

For the new folks or those who don't know my story, my ex is a drug addict and probably a sociopath or a narc. I have a year long RO, which forces him out of the home we co-own. I bought it with my money, but allowed him to put his name on the title like a typical, malignantly hopeful abused woman. We never legally married. Even more embarassing to me, he never divorced his first wife. She fled to Japan with their son and refused to return, after he moved HER into the remote country and did exactly the same drug addict/VA/PA green beans to her.

So I'm trying to run my "retirement" farm by myself, after he wiped us out financially buying drugs, after he wiped ME out emotionally to the point I was afraid I was going to do something stupid. So at the first opportunity, I turned him into the sheriff, just to get him away from me. I didn't care anymore about finances, being stuck up here alone with a bunch of livestock and gun nuts and mountain men (I'm an ex city girl too). I just wanted him GONE. Only after he was gone did I realize his abusiveness for what it was.

I've been feeling very down and frightened lately, I seem to cycle in and out of feeling like "yes, I can do this by myself!!" and "I am not going to be able to do this on my own." For the last week, I've been feeling the latter. It's very hard. I pray a lot. The farm money IS gone, and I'm living on a string. And winter is coming. And I can't leave the farm for more than a couple of hours at a time. So . . . sometimes it's just hard.

So T and M come by today and sold me a cord of much needed wood. And brought a letter from the ex that I thought I'd share. Yes, the letter really bothered me, so I played with it. I feel much better now :) .

The bold face is his exact words and spellings. My first impression was that his letter said nothing at all. I was disappointed in a sick sort of way that he didn't at least put more effort or prose into it, I mean, sheesh. Then I read it again and like slime the "message" started oozing out.

This is the first time he's said a WORD to me since June when I kicked him out.
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Dear Bink,I am sending this short note along with the wood, I have much to say to you, I pray that it be soon so that I may leave these burdens, Guilts and pain behind. I spoke with my lawyer yesterday and we shall all meet in court soon. I have proposed that we do 4 or more nuetral marraige Counseling sessions. I have placed my expectations that we might part friends and work out our seperation. If we decide to work toward mending the old or starting a fresh relationship that would be a plus. I wish to thank you for your hard work, keeping the farm in operation, I wish I was there along side you. I found nothing in my past, that pains me like being away from our house in the woods. I would like to start sending money to you by leaving envelopes in the mail box. I see nothing in the court paperwork that restricts mail or phone, we will talk more about this in our next court appearance. His First Name

. . threats and hoovers, all jumbled together in hopes I'll be confused and grateful. It's hard to believe what a hold he had on me . . . the last five months of virtual silence from him has been very healing. My heart goes out to all of you who have to interact with your abusers! It sure helps when the contact is nil . . . then when you do interact, you see them for what they are.

What gets ME is that I am the one that turned him into the sheriff, got him tossed in jail, blew his "cover" to everyone in this little town. And he STILL wants to come back? To do WHAT?? He would NEVER be grateful I stopped him in his tracks so he could get his life back together. He told me I'd be sorry if I ever ratted him out. Is he willing to over look that, hmmmm????

geee... on the Catbox these people are her FRIENDS... on MIP these people are some 'flakey substance abusers'... it's getting harder and harder to keep up with her lies...

vs Bink's Catbox spew:

Today, the truly suckiest part of this whole thing occurred to me. Not only did he send me the stupid empty letter, but he also ripped me off for at least 30 bucks, which is a lot for me right now. I bought a cord of wood from his business partner (their "business" is to go out on state land and gather fire wood and sell it) for one price, and ran into someone in town who bought it from the ex et al for 30 bucks less than they sold it to me. There is also the possiblity he and his minions sold me the cord of wood the ex's AA sponsor made him get to give me FREE. Either way, he's a complete pud and if he gets within arms reach I will scratch the face off of the front of him. OOhhh I hate his guts.

In real life I fear I would act nowhere near my quote above, this guy deserves to have his balls in a paper bag and I'm just the harpy to do it.

I'm sure he and his minions had a great time plotting to rip me off for that wood. Feckin Bonnie and Clyde who I thought were MY friends (T and M from the OP)!!! Ya know they could get about half an ounce of crappy weed with 120 bucks.

I had an insight last night about the "letter" he wrote. I remarked (and you all agreed) it said nothing at all. It hit me that since I've had no contact with him for so long, that when I see him in town I ignore him, or pass him on the highway don't return his "wave" (everyone waves to oncoming traffic up here :) ), that all he has is his own imagination to determine "where I am at" with him. His mind is like a bad neighborhood at night, so who am I to think I could cause him "injury"? He does it all himself much better than I could do.

That I could be DONE with him wouldn't even occur, I mean how dare I . . . his letter really says EVERYTHING I need to know.

His threats about "lawyer" and "court" are kind of funny too. His lawyer is a drunk, and has NEVER returned my lawyers calls or documents to be signed. NEVER. He filed the ex's lawsuit to sell the property and split the proceeds 50/50 but there is still NO COURT DATE, I've called and found that out. I'm not able to proceed b/c it will take another 15K to take this to trial. But the ex doesn't know that.

He's sent Bonnie and Clyde over here a couple of times to "notify" me of court dates . . . that never existed!! He has apparently tried to set up a kind of mediation with his lawyer and mine, so the four of us could . . . "talk". I have systematically refused. I have a RO. He can stick that on his tongue and hallucinate.

The next time I see him in court is to renew the RO in July. By then, I hope to be in a state of mind that I am BORED with the whole mess. What a loser. I hear that it gets pretty cold in that travel trailer when it hits about 15 degrees outside :D . Let's see if he "makes it" through the winter up here :D He goes to trial for meth posession in December, maybe he'll stay warm in PRISON for a while.

Jenny: I have to say this guy, when I first met him, fooled me SO WELL that I never would have dreamed he was who he's turned out to be. No offense against the good people up here, but he wanted to move out into the sticks to be among his OWN KIND. Thieves, liars, gun nuts, fugitives and drug addicts. Bink

PS: I don't know how I could survive this without you guys :wub: :wub: !!!

vs. Miracles in Progress spew:

It's so hard to tell a story with all the details and not have it be an e-book!Jean: yep, I live near a town of 400 on a mountain. The whole town was wiped out in 2000 by the lumber mill shutting down, so who's left are mainly retirees and people on state assistance with disabilities, ie, people who literally couldn't go anywhere else. The mean income is 23K per year per household.

Plus, my exA in his drugging and carousing made contacts with all these people who aren't above board if you know what I mean .

CG: only in the last couple of weeks have I felt like maybe I can't do this after all . . . no offense taken at ALL about the hillbillies, you lived here for a while, and it's all true. Most of the hillbillies woudn't DO something this underhanded and cruel, knowing I am poorer than they are!

I won't see any money in the mailbox, that is a classic "hoover maneuver", trying to suck me back in. I see that for what it is.

So I think you "get it", either a) T and M the so called "friends" made a 30 dollar profit off of me while lying about the going rate of wood knowing I was desperate, or b) they sold me the "free" wood the exA picked up due to pressure from his sponsor.T and M are flakey substance abusers, but exA in the past remarked he'd asked them to buy something for him when they went to town and it cost a lot more than he thought it would. I didn't even know them at the time, nor was there a receipt that I remember.

Somehow I just get the feeling that they would do it if they thought they could get away with it.It is very, very discouraging. All around. I'm trying hard not to catastrophize this.

Kim

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geeeeeez... is she going to PRAY over it... or shoot the bastard????... it's soooooo hard to keep up!!!

is she turning it all over to her HIGHER POWER... or is she going to turn a GUN on him????? does she want to SAVE him or SHOOT him????

does she have 3 dogs... or 9 dogs... or 13 dogs... or NO DOGS AT ALL?????...

is she a scared vulnerable woman alone on top of a mountain... or does she have her 20 year old son and a friend of his living there???

guess it just depends on what version of her STORIES you're reading... and what forum she's lying on!!!!

MIP spew:

Ah thanks every one :)

I KNOW I was ripped off, but just exactly how and why, I guess it's not so important. And I agree, there's nothing to be done about it but cut off those relationships as well.It's still hard for me to *believe* people would do that stuff to each other.

And so nice that exA was involved in the planning too. Maresie, YES I expect people to deal with me honestly, not play pretty to my face and screw me behind my back. I don't give a holy heck what their problem is, it's an automatic write off in my book. I would NEVER do this to someone else, I disagree with Robin Hood on principle. I don't care what life has brought to you, you don't do that crap for ANY reason.

I am seriously bent out of shape about it but I'm also flexible. No, I won't beat myself up about it.But I WILL react, in order to not have people like that in my life. Other than that, there's nothing to do but let it go.

When you lie down with dogs you get fleas. I didn't even lie down with them, I just let them in my house a few times and they let me "talk" and were supportive and funny.(dam it!!...i thought they were CLOSE FRIENDS!!..IT'S SOOOOOOO HARD TO KEEP UP!!) GAWD I must be lonely.Jen, I LOVE St Maries.Sometimes I think I should just sell this place, pay the lawyer with the proceeds to take the whole thing to trial and get the hell out of this god forsaken place. A town of 2500 sounds like civilization :) to me. I'll get all my stuff and animals moved and spend a week with CG on the beach :D.

I'm afraid I'm getting "beaten down" by circumstances. This sucks. I'll pray on this one and turn it over, I promise.

I would have never believed my ex would do something like this. I never, ever saw him treat another person like this. T and M . . . well, I am HURT beyond words, but now I know what kind of people they are. But my EX??? Where's my head?? He's an unrepentant drug addict, even losing his home b/c of it hasn't woken him up.

No, mine never did look out for me either, Maresie. It's like, why am I surprised?? His first real communication to me in six months is a letter about him getting rid of HIS pain and burdens, him missing OUR house and some threatening comments about his lawyer and court thrown in for good measure. Not one word about "how are you doing?" He assumes I'm just hunky dory. No, he wouldn't even go that far . . . I'm the one who took his toys away.I guess calling the cops and getting a RO really made him mad (snort). The beast is revealed.

Heartbroken, your post was very, very comforting and supportive :) Thank you so much for your prayers -- I really need them :)

I had a good cry over this when I went out to feed dinner to everyone. I started thinking about who I would "take with me" when I leave and then I had to stop thinking like that real fast.

Sometimes I am afraid I am just insane to think I can do this. I really want to do it, but I've never done it before, long term anyway, so how could I know what's possible and what's not? People are saying "Oh you are so TOUGH and STRONG" and you know what? To what end? I am tough and strong and persistent enough to drive myself into the ground, I've done it before.I have much to think about . . . but I refuse to do it tonight. Turning it over .

vs Catbox spew:

Posted 09 November 2007 - 11:45 PM

Yes I know how to use the gun, it's a 9mm Walther. I like heck don't want to use it but I will. He taught me how, guns are one of his passions. All windows and doors lock, doors have dead bolts. I have 9 dogs (damn!!! refer to her 'profile' above... she states she has THREE DOGS... and eventually her on the Catbox it becomes THIRTEEN DOGS... but RIGHT NOW SHE HAD NINE!!! SOOOOOOO HARD TO KEEP UP WITH THE LIES!!!) and one is a Great Pyrenees, they HATE it when someone strange comes in their territory. I got her on purpose, believe me.

The local sheriffs have been very helpful, they know me, wave at me, say hello at the store. One of them lives two properties away from me on the same road. They can't protect me much. But they've responded promptly when I've called, and always call me back if I call them. They're the ones who insisted I get the ex parte NOW b/c they didn't want to see me in the hospital or worse.

What I'm counting on is the ex knows I will call 911 if he approaches me (I have) and the neighbors will call if they see him fiddling with the front gate (they have, a while back). He will lose his gun rights if he violates this RO, it will revert to a domestic protection order immediately. If he loves anything, he loves his guns, nuts as it is. But I'll take it.

My greatest hope . . . this sounds terrible, but it's true . . . is that he'll go to prison or end up dead. I don't think he'll ever leave me alone unless that happens, as long as I'm sitting up here in "our little house in the woods". It's not "me" he's after, it's his fantasies. He's a real screwball. Now that he's so drug impaired, I barely recognize him. He was a jerk and VA before, but now it's like he's his crazy twin.

We'll see how he does this winter :D there's no work up here, his work now is cutting firewood cords and the forests will be shut down for the winter here in about . . . two weeks :lol: !! No one will hire him to take out their garbage. And I have said very little to anyone.

I guess I should let all this inform me that "things" may escalate. I should just give a howdy to the lead sheriff that this is what's going on. I'm already being very careful. NOT writing him back is in this same theme, it gives him nothing but silence to respond to.And of course there's always the Karma Bus. But hey, thanks for the concern, it feels good to write this out for myself too.

Bink

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let me quote some excerpts from BinkStink's HIPPODROME PROJECTOR diatribe entitled MEAN PEOPLE SUCK... the one she aimed at me... while obviously talking about HERSELF...

I will chide people or confront them in the right context. Like, when they ask for it or in consensual debate. I see a moral difference between challenging a person's words or behavior, and telling lies, rather an obvious point to most folks.

See, what I did, wasn't much more than call bullshit and confront her about the inconsistencies and evasions in her "story". She can't tell the difference, and is therefore, a dangerous person.

Finding her father after refusing to believe her sob story, ...

When we are talking ideas and honesty and integrity, which are much higher on the food chain than they can grasp, they are struggling, like a 13 year old terror of a kid, for a simple sense of SELF. The sense they do have is so fragile a breeze would dislodge it. It really is life and death, to them.

Worse, to be unaware that this is how you appear to others . . . not a victim at all, but a lunatic to be feared. I imagine what a sad and joyless life it must be, to be her. And that each attempt to hurt or destroy other people (I am not the first, or last) puts another brick in the wall around her, isolating her further. Reinforcing her self loathing, and shame. The really sad part is that each time you attempt to hurt another person for your own pleasure, you are damning yourself to further pain. Because of your hazy lack of self to begin with, the acts of hatred appear to come from outside yourself, and you are victimized, over and over again without respite.

Sympathy for such a person is natural enough . . . but considering the damage they can and do cause others, the sympathy is misplaced.

Ironically it is sympathy that they demand, for they pity themselves above all other suffering.

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BinkStink, i'm calling you on YOUR lies and bullshit... and i'm going to continue to do it.. there are so many lies... and there's SOOOOOO much bullshit to call you on...this is just a sampling...

now I'm SURE... you're a pathological liar and a psychopath... you can rewrite history on your creepy little psycho blog... but you can't rewrite what you've written that is FOREVER in Google caches!!!...your bad!!!

stay tuned for more of BinkStink's lies and manipulations exposed... the truth is out there...

and more of it is coming soon to this blog...