Re Des Moines Nazi: Listen

Carl turned off my phone on Wednesday, September 27, after claiming he would pay for it for a year. He claims he only "cancelled the number" until I tell him what phone number I want ported to it. He claims he was texting me on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, which is why I'm sure he turned off the phone Wednesday evening.

I also haven't gotten any mail from government agencies in Seattle who claim to have sent me mail nearly 2 weeks ago. Carl swears he is not withholding any mail, but I don't believe him due to his passive aggressive behavior.

Like about 2 weeks ago when I stayed the night in Seattle (I left after putting the birds to bed - so it was after 11:00 p.m.) and didn't get back until early the next afternoon. He had been sending me pass-agg butthurt texts like "I guess I won't be seeing you tonight" and the next day "I guess I won't be seeing you until tomorrow night thanks for telling me" <I shouldn't be using quotations as these aren't exact quotes, just the idea of his messages to me, which were entirely unsolicited.> Right before I walked in the door that afternoon he told me he didn't know where my bird Pepper was, but that Pepper was not on the cage and he couldn't see him and hadn't seen him. Basically, my bird was gone and he (Carl) wasn't going to do anything about it. I walked in the door a few minutes later and Carl was here, I remember a guilty-feeling air, but ignored him to go look for Pepper. Pepper was on his cage, acting normal. I didn't say anything to Carl. I didn't feel the need to confront him when he knew he was caught.

Weeks before that, I had let Carl know I would be going to Seattle (I told him because he would get upset when I didn't tell him I was leaving and I didn't want/need that added stress - ha ha har.). He told me one of the birds had flown away. I think at first he wouldn't even tell me where the bird was, and after an extended period of time told me it was Pepper ("the one who can't fly") and that Pepper was in the bathroom corner but wouldn't come out. I asked Carl if he felt comfortable picking Pepper up and putting him back in the room, or using a stick or other type of perch to pick up Pepper as Pepper is near blind and can't fly and very well could be stuck in the corner all night or longer without assistance. Carl would not respond to me. He didn't respond for hours. I was forced to message him again and ask him why he was refusing to assist me with such a small thing when it would take me hours to get back and help Pepper, when it would only take him a few seconds. Carl claimed (hours later) that Pepper had found his own way back and climbed up the cage.

I left here because of an inspection to be done on a Tuesday (9/26/17). I left very late Monday night with the birds (after midnight). I came back early in the evening on Friday. I was awake when Carl got back from "work" around maybe 3 or 4:00 a.m. He again, almost immediately upon arrival, attempted to enter my room, but for the first time I actually had barricaded the door closed with a heavy wooden jewelry box (about a foot tall and 18-20 inches long). I did this because he has made a habit of entering my room when he thinks I'm asleep.

The week prior, he came home late from work and knocked on my door after going to the kitchen, opening and immediately closing the microwave, then running the sink, then knocking on the bedroom door. This was around 2:30 a.m. and all happened within a minute of him arriving home. He then walked away and sent me a text asking if I was home. He then immediately walked back to my door and knocked. I sat quietly to see what he would do. He entered my room and was scared shitless to see me awake. He was frantic and asked me if I was okay, a few times in a row, then went to the closet and pretended to look for something.

I have been weary of his late night entries ever since about 3 weeks to a month ago, I woke up to him having intercourse with me while I was asleep. I remember being very confused and panicked- weird, foggy feeling- and asking him what the fuck - what the fuck is he doing? and stumbling out of bed to get ice cream from the freezer and then to the bathroom where I sat for a very long time. When I came out I could feel the tension from him in the air, he was waiting for me to attack. Instead I retreated into my room, unsure about what had just happened, very stressed about the court case with my kid, thinking I could ignore the rape he had committed on my sleeping form. i had a bit of an emotional breakdown that evening but ever since then, I haven't been too friendly to his attempts at interacting with me - any politeness I show turns into him telling me he wants a relationship with me and immediately proceeding to act as if we are "in a relationship" - and do not want him sneaking around like he has been, which is why I finally blocked my door, much to his apparent frustration.

After the rape, he had the nerve to come in here while I was working and play the pity game (he had bought me tubs of ice cream that night, I think print cartridges, a loaf of bread, and probably maybe something else. So after, without my authorization or request, he bought me some basic groceries, he came in my room and dejectedly (head tilted to the side, eyes on the floor) asked me if I would have sex with him! I told him no, that I had my court hearing tomorrow, and what the fuck was he thinking and please leave me the fuck alone.

So Friday 9/29/17 I returned early evening. There was a note in the crack of the bedroom door, which was closed. It said (verbatim):

Please put the

stuff from the Living

And Dining area out of

Eye sight. Next

week is Rent $250.00

and $50.00 for Power

You have Till The Sixth (with 6th written over the word "Sixth")

to pay It

Thanks

The week prior, when I found out about my hearing, he had asked me about paying rent and indicated that we are a team and I didn't have to worry about that. He told me if I need to fly to Fairbanks he would buy my ticket and to not pawn my ukulele, but to ask him for money instead if I ever need anything. Carl's sudden on-again-off-again decisions about me paying him rent (which he has admitted to not needing)all revolve around his idea of being "in a relationship" with me, and whether he thinks he will have sex with me or not.

The first note I got from Carl is from the time he came in my room naked and demanded I have sex with him. I scooted across the bed and turned my back to him as he stood there jacking off. He asked why I wouldn't have sex with him. I told him something about being busy and that I didn't have sex with strangers, which set him off, he began pacing the house murmuring and muttering, "I'm a STRANGER!!!" and grabbing my things at random, then placing them by the front door.

This night was disturbing in his display of emotional instability as he grabbed my iPad, a Fred Meyer gift card he had voluntarily purchased for me, and my cell phone, stating they were his because he paid for them. Then he gave me them back, then took them, then came to my door and knocked saying no more childish games and he would not enter my room unless I opened the door for him. I said nothing and didn't open the door, then he nearly immediately opened the door. He gave me back my things. He kept going back and forth all night, demanding I leave, then telling me not to go, that he was going. I don't think he ever did leave. But that night, after coming to my door and entering without permission, stating he needed a piece of paper (even though there was paper in the area he was in), he wrote me the first note (verbatim):

Tess you may

stay as long as

Needed and I

wont Touch you

starting 9/8/17

you will be responsi

Responsible For

your share of

Living here. The

1400 I sent you

from Cal. is a gift

You will never

have to Pay it Back

If you are going

To Live here you

will have To Pay

Your share 1/4 Rent

1/2 Utilities and

Your own food.

But since Im a

stranger you

will have to Pay

your way. Tomorrow

I will cancel The

206#. because

you dont need

my help anymore

He did touch me again. While I was in the kitchen, he began telling me how no one else will help me, how he is the only one who has helped me and where is everyone now? Where are my friends and family and why wont they be here for me? He is the only one who cares and he cares about me very much and wants to take care of me. That I'm his only chance and my best bet and I'll never make it without him. He comes to hug me and stands there with his arms around me. I awkwardly stand with arms at my side then he grabs one of my arms and places it so it goes around his body - I dont make body contact except with my palm lightly on his mid-back. He tells me to look at him. I refuse. He grabs my chin and tells me to look at him and puts his face close to mine. I shrug away. He comes back at me and grabs me into the hug again. He tells me "never pull away from [him] again" and grabs me tight. I feel anger, a warning, in his voice. I don't pull away. He doesn't try to get me to "look at" him again, i.e. let him try to kiss me.

Saturday 9/30/17, the night before last, after I left for the store to grab a soda, when I came back 20 minutes (generously - it was not even 20 minutes that I was away) later, he had barricaded the front door with a huge iron pole leaning up against it at a 45 degree angle and braced against my rug. I had to push the door in with my body weight, shove my full backpack through the front, and then slide my body in last. I left the carpet bunched up and the pole wherever it fell, so he would see it when he got out of the shower.

I left again around 5:30 p.m. last night and returned around 12:00 p.m. Carl again tried to barricade me out with an iron log in front of the door, this time it was flat on the ground. Again, I had to push my way in. Again he was in the bathroom, but the shower was not on. I went straight to my room which he had entered, this time leaving a note on my bed stating (this is an exact quote this time) :

Dont

Forget

Rent

&

Powower

By the

3rd (triple underlined)

No Exceptions