Ravioli▶The first time I was Set Up: 1- I was engaged and in a relationship for 5 years. I had a very high profile job in NYC. My fiance went from clean cut sober to hanging out with the models and party crowd. Coming home wasted, or not at all. She had got caught up with a swingers couple; whom I found out from another executive saving my a**. Apparently a photographer named Alex who was also a weird cross dresser that was married to the editor of Penthouse magazine was not just taking portfolio pics of my then model girlfriend. On Valentine’s I was working at a rooftop event with a bunch of celebrities near Lincoln Center when my fiance came to tell me, “She believed she was polyamorous, in love with me and someone else at the same time.” Happy Bday right? Well I will share everything I have, even give you the shirt off my back but will not share my lover. It was the night I broke off our engagement. Our relationship had never been physically abusive until the last 6 months, in her drugged out phases she hit me in the face once in front of Macy’s on 7th avenue, and punched me in our apartment. After her 3rd attack over the Holidays that left me covered in bruises I went to the Brooklyn Domestic Violence Center and they helped me create an Emergency Evacuation Plan to get out. Still, I helped her find a new place to live. Well my fiance and her new f*** toy Rivera who happened to work for the police department a block from my house decided to set me up in order to steal 50k in cash out of my safe, jewelry, and computer/work equipment. Although I had no prior criminal record, they devised a scheme to tell the police, basically that I threatened to kill my fiance, which was a complete lie. The super from my building called me at work saying movers were at my place and I was going to be fined for having a moving truck there etc. I didn’t know what he was talking about, we weren’t moving to separate places until the end of February. When I arrived to see my home being packed up unexpectedly, my fiance and I got into an argument when I saw my safe in her hands. She tried to hit me with it so I pulled her f****** pony tail to defend myself and throw her off balance. The NYPD arrived in 2 mins and arrested me for the 1st time in my life. I was brought to the station close to 155th Street and chained to a desk from 3 pm until 4 in the morning. I watched a man come in for being arrested due to possessing 2lbs of marijuana and walk back out 3 hours later with his product. I was processed and loaded on a bus to Rikers Island and placed in the Murder unit with 100 other offenders including a manager who worked for BMW. Met some nice people, prayed for a girl who was pregnant with twins and had been arrested for throwing a chair through a glass window when she caught her man cheating with another woman at work. She wanted to have an abortion, I convinced her to keep her babies. I was supposed to be there 24-48 hours but there was a glitch being my fiance worked for the girl whose dad was Chief of NYC Police and instead I spent 7;days on the island. So much so Human Rights attorneys were wanting to take my case the moment I was released. The Judge only gave me a misdemeanor and my record was expunged but my heart was never the same. I no longer trusted anyone. 2-Fast forward 10 years later and I am still choosing to be single, my baby sister moves back from overseas with my nephew. She owns nothing, has no place to live, we bought her plane tickets, put a roof over her head, fed her, to help get her on her feet. We would take turns to get up early to take her to a 6 am class to get her yoga teaching certificate, I would take her to the fairs I work, introduce her to my clients to help build her business,etc. During the pandemic, in the beginning, I asked her to make sure she masks/gloves because we have someone immune compromised living in our house. She takes my nephew to a dinner party with 35 people and does none of the above. I send her a text asking her to be more responsible. The next morning she starts drama and we get into an argument; she has a history of addiction and threatens to hit me, beat me up, etc. Her own son, has to tell her to stop, that she is being abusive. She stops. A month later I finished cleaning the kitchen and she makes a big f****** mess, and she never does s*** around the house other than sweep on rare occasion. I ask her nicely to unload the dishwasher and she loses her s***, you would think a robber came into the f- house. All up in my face, cussing me out, threatening to hit me. She is high as a f- kite and so I leave to go to the Police station to finish a report about my car being broken into. Come back home and my mom is there bitching me out, saying I should not say anything to her. But I am so over having to walk on eggshells for an ungrateful b**** that leaves her son with us 300 hours a week so she can go be a fake yoga guru teacher. Apparently in her screaming my cousin told her about her dad r***** me when I was 15/16 so she was angry about it. I kept it a secret not to hurt her but it’s not her f****** place to judge what happened or that her father, my stepdad was a violent f****** prick who broke my mom’s arm and nose I spent my youth in martial arts defending him from the b******. My nephew overhears my mom and I arguing and goes to get his drugged out mom who busts through the kitchen door with a f- baseball bat and lunges it at my face and hits my arm. I and my mom call the police at the same time and they are afraid for my safety but will not arrest my sister. Simply because my mother would not tell them she hit me with the baseball bat because my sister has a felony record and would go to prison. Yeah. So my sister and mother lie to them and say I have mental health issues and am suicidal. Also lies. They offer for me to go the hospital to get my arm checked out and so I go voluntarily, and the hospitals are over crowded so I am brought into two different ones where the halls are lined with CoVid19 patients. There are no beds left in the hospital other then the psych ward, so I admit myself for a full exam in order to stay the night. The psychiatrist gives me 100% clean bill of
mental health after speaking with her and says, “your lil sister is the one who should be in here.” The next morning I walk out the door without an arrest record to a rainbow and walk home free as a bird. 3- My medical files from this event, end up in my current Civil Court Case that have nothing to do with it because the unethical attorneys involved have been colluding to steal money. They will try to get away with it by making false accusations about my mental health. Basically the attorneys in my case pre-negotiated a fraudulent 58k insurance settlement and accepted it without my consent knowing my/the Plaintiff insurance, according to an audit on all damages caused by the Defendant says they owe me over 250k. Along with the Judge and the courthouse, they negotiated a 900k under the table deal, give me 58k and split the rest illegally. These white supremacists lawyers are scum. They will try to use my medical records to illegally put me into a 48 hold, have me analyzed by their own paid off psychiatrist and use her fake medical record to put me in a mental hospital to cover their tracks and save their asses in order to rob me of my life’s work and future. If I accept the fraudulent settlement it will leave me in medical debt. I think it would have been better to have died in the crash to be honest. I have lost faith in people, still have not met 1 decent human being that is trustworthy, or who cares enough to help me heal these deep wounds. I was hoping I would die of CoVid to return to my 1st fiance who died but loved me like a fat kid loves cake. Even though I am a good person, I was raised to do my best to help or do right by people and I still get betrayed like Judas did to Jesus. So I trust no one and let few get close to me. I often wonder how God puts up with the bs, I would have hit the little red nuke button years ago and started the human race over. No luck in dying anytime soon because I have the antibodies so here I am stuck on prison planet with s***** people, being lied on and enduring looking in the eyes of the ones who mistreated me. And although the ones I loved tried to destroy me, my record is f****** clean. Although the rumors, not so much but now with distance I can see the snakes for what they are. When I just want to be financially / debt free and own / retire in a beautiful place on a beach with clear water, chill in my studio with my pets and no back stabbing traitors, far away from people and modern society. Decided to make my dreams a reality since no one cares about my well being and future but me. I am putting me first, loving myself, nurturing myself and will probably get a mail-order husband or bride. Americans are a treacherous bunch with no sense of loyalty or gratitude and I am officially over it.