More Love from Max Wagner, My Son’s Father
- Tessy P. Roof
- Jun 16, 2022
- 6 min read
Updated: Jul 19, 2022
Another gem from Max. He placed this in the bathroom very early in the morning for me to delightfully discover. This notebook was not originally in the bathroom. Max got back sometime between 5:45am and 7:00am. This notebook was in a bag in the bedroom where Haven and I slept.
Ironically, the page next to the one pictured below remarks about how Max consistently digs through my personal things and carefully reads through every thing I write (or have typed and printed). I know this because of where he’s left his comments written. He must be passionate about or otherwise very much enjoy doing this; I can’t imagine who would have the time to put into the stalking of me that he does otherwise.
Max Wagner must have been intentionally seeking something to get fired up about, or saw the bag that this notebook was in - my personal bag - and strongly felt an itch for a good snoop. He would have had to bend down to open the top of it and look inside, then fish around in all the writing and misc. crap contained therein, then for whatever reason decide on this notebook out of a grip of them.
I’m assuming he went in the bathroom at a time shortly thereafter to read said notebook until he became mad enough to stop reading and add his personal thoughts and feels to my personal, private collection of written things. I imagine his permanent scowl was deeper than normal as he set the notebook on top of the lidded plastic storage bin that contained Haven’s bath toys, making sure to leave my college-ruled, 70-page spiral bound book wide open to his uplifting vandalism, where unless I went blind that a.m., it would be impossible to overlook.
Why does he care what I write about in a personal notebook of shit? He could be doing any thing - anything - in the entire world, and relentlessly he chooses to snoop and spy. On me. The most boring person in the world.
What does he think when he reads my private ventings as well as my no b.s., unemotional records of his actions?: Look at What she wrote. I hate her. Everything is her fault and she should eat shit and die.
I don’t do anything to harm him or anything to fuck with him. I’m not mean to him until I’m forced to defend myself, and I don’t snoop his shit or stalk him. I don’t care what he does or what he thinks or feels about me. I’m here for Haven.
I honestly believe Max needs to be admitted as an inpatient to a behavioral health care facility and/or drug rehabilitation center. His behavior has been unchecked too long and is out of control. He regularly thieves from individuals - even and especially during Christmas time - for no reason other than he thought he would get away with it (and he was right).
As far as I can tell, he never needed the things he took or the money he would have obtained if he ever sold the things. His miserly, irreversibly damaging, and heartless hoarding of Haven has him swimming in free money.
Max has also regularly preyed upon the funds and wares rightfully belonging to Washington State and its municipalities with his thieving, via its Employment Security Department Unemployment Insurance fund, Redmond’s Parks Department, King County’s Eviction Prevention Assistance program, DSHS food and monetary assistance programs, and Section 8 housing program. These are just some of the things that I’m aware of. I can imagine there must be plenty more that I am clueless to.
What follows are some examples of other recent notes and vandalisms from Max. These are just what I was able to easily locate and provide. It is not all-inclusive of the writings
Max has left for me to find.
A favorite quote is in the first few sentences:
I do not need someone in my home that thinks of me as you do.
Then, at the end:
Fuck you for how you think of me.
The “Not Just Max” reminder in the upper corner is what makes this list of duties note-worthy to me.
Also, item #5: Whatever else
What a treasure this relationship is for our entire family.
Max has even taken the initiative to hop on my computer to write and publish a blog post from my Wix account (without my approval, of course.
After I saw what he had done, I didn’t read the post (too much b.s. negativity that I wont choose to deal with at this point in my life experience), and I said nothing about it to Max, which must have driven him crazy, as not much time passed before he attempted to pick a fight with me and eagerly blurted out:
I WROTE A BLOG POST FOR YOU you should read it, not that you care.
The post is called “Blame Max:” and it was published in my blog by Max in late January of 2022:
Max recently found this email message on the printer because I recently printed it. It was originally sent from myself to Max back in November, 2018, while I was pregnant with our son, Haven. *You may not know this, but the printer output tray is a place that allows Max complete legal and illegal authority to pick up and read whatever is there, then write out his personal thoughts about what he’s read directly on the document he read the reading on*
In the 2018 email, I whined about how and why oh why did Max leave me on the street, pregnant with his child, alone and penniless and phoneless - again?
An abandonment which took place immediately after he physically assaulted me. Again.
And after which he hastily scampered to the Section 8 home of his obese, medical certificate stamp-guaranteed insane, no-name drug dealing girlfriend in the woods of Juanita something or other gayborhood in Kirkland, WA. (Yes, again.) Here’s most of what I wrote in the printed email:
I’m pregnant with your baby and you abandon me after physically assaulting me every chance you get
Max handwrote:
You need to stop living in the past. You have done f*** up s*** to me as well, although unlike me, you don’t ... feel bad...
What is/will hanging on to all your anger & negativity doing for you? Nothing good.
These entries were hidden as best as I could possibly hide anything written. I tried to hide them because I knew Max was reading my notebooks - a lot - and I didn’t want any more of his input. I disguised the location of these so well that I myself couldn’t find them for quite some time. When I saw that Max had found and read these, I realized how serious he is in his acts of stalkerdom-and how caught up he is in his mind of delusion. I really give no reason for any person to even dream that I’m sneaking around or lying about any thing. I don’t even have a cell phone that works. I never even leave Max’s apartment. I don’t have anywhere to hide anything. I honestly find the efforts he continues to make to control me deeply disturbing.
Max:
over active
imagination,
jumping
to conclusions
Max:
WTF
?Really?!
News to me
Max:
Wrong
WTF?
Max:
WOW!
This one was left on the stove around 9:45pm with no previous mention of the late night arrangements he’d made. He didn’t return until after 1am.
This one Max wrote “really?” in the top left margin
across the entire bottom half, he wrote in black at a diagonal over my notebook paper line-adhering purple penned words:
F*** you
Delusional
Max wrote in black ink:
This shit is all your twisted interpretation.
You are coming to many (*double underlined) of your own conclusions —*illegible*- worst —*illegible*- ugliest possible.
Max hand wrote:
Always, always the victim
Nevermind any of the many things done to help you and Kristin.
Max: This...no longer works for me...After work tomorrow, you leave on your own or I have police help you leave.
Max wrote: wut dat? (at top of page)
Max also wrote: who? word? Fuck you (near and at bottom of page)
our friend wrote MAX = VILLAIN on the cover of my notebook for some logical, reasonable and sane reason. *The cover of my main notebook at the time*
he also wrote the “zig” after the name ”Dan” *on a different day, I think.
neither vandalism occurred in my presence- both were surprise finds to me, as max seems to prefer
Max’s input in black ink:
You don’t do SHIT
to clean up after yourself
& Haven. You’re a nonstop
bitch to me. You’re lazy
& a slob.
New one from July 13, 2022. Max left this note for me to find in the morning. It was before 930 am and he was gone. I didn’t know where he was going and as usual, I had no idea when he’d be back. I was up 630-715am and he wasn’t up yet. After all this time, he still has never given me any kind of a schedule or other information as to when I could possibly expect him to be leaving and returning. Realized today he was “working” a lot more during winter, the “slow season.” So interesting, the things.
*he was gone all day and night - leaving me alone at apartment with Haven and no car and no notice he was planning to be gone - the day prior to leaving this.
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