It all started about 7 years ago, I had been married to Jason for 2 years and we had a newborn son. My middle sister moved in to go to the polytech in our city and help out with the baby.
My marriage wasn’t going too well, my husband had mental issues and I couldn’t help him with them, it was getting really bad and I had the baby to look after. I kicked Jason out after one night of him screaming and ranting and he left for two weeks to live with his mother.
One night sitting in the lounge I heard someone outside the house. It was 1 am and there were trying to get in. I was terrified and called the police. They said they were on their way. I looked out the window and it was Jason! I opened the window to ask him what he wanted and he tried to pull me out by my throat. He had never been violent before, but could be intimidating. The police arrived but refused to take him away as his name was on the lease too. Me, my son and my sister Zoe left for the Woman’s Refuge, and Jason stayed.
The next day we went back to the house as Jason was institutionalised. The whole house was completely trashed, every window was shards on the floor, all of our possessions smashed, fridge upside down. My baby was vomiting every 20 mins. I later learnt that this is what happens when baby gets anxious.
Anyway, after two weeks or so of Jason showing up and being threatening (and knowing the police wouldn’t remove him), I decided to leave and move a few hours away to the town where my Father lives as he had a property for us. My baby and Zoe and I left one day with what we could fit in the car. After about a year and a house move, it was coming up to Christmas when I got a text from Jason saying he had been sleeping with Zoe. My husband and sister had been sleeping together in my house ever since she moved in to go to polytech and help out. I confronted Zoe but she lied and said it wasn’t true. I knew it was, Zoe had always been a sneak and jealous. I took my son on a holiday back to our city while I thought of what to do.
While I was gone Zoe moved a bunch of nazi skinheads into our home and had them threaten me not to come back and get my belongings. I went to the police here, and rung the police down there but no-one would help us. We were living back in the refuge. Zoe, Jason and the skinheads were texting me night and day. Very abusive. They killed my cat and she gave away/sold/threw out everything me and my son owned. I found it impossible to get help. The Refuge did everything it could. Zoe continued harassing and stalking me for four years. She was very clever at it, always getting my number if I changed it or my new address if I moved. I had a nervous breakdown.She knew all my details, so she would do things like ring the power company and get my power switched off, or tell a gang girl that I had slept with her ‘man’ so I would end up with girls on my doorstep screaming that they would kill me, she would ring child protection and try and have my son taken off me. It happened so often that they said they would have her charged for wasting their time. Zoe didn’t care, she just started ringing anon.
It was constant and unending terror. I didn’t know what would happen next or when. I was constantly scared. I began to think that to make it stop one of us would have to die, I saw no other way, it had been years and I had called the police many times but she was very clever at not looking guilty and they didn’t know what to do.
I decided to put a stop to it once and for all. I gathered evidence of everything, I got people who had witnessed anything to write me letters stating it, I made sure that if anything new happened I had witnesses and then I made an apt with a lawyer. I eventually got a protection order and if Zoe breaks it she will go to prison. The judge was incredulous that it had gone on for so long and we had not been helped. Zoe still tries every now and then to stalk me but she is scared of prison. I have heard that she has done this to other people since then. I am relieved to be free. It’s taken a long time to get over the stress and breakdown from all of this.
I guess I wasn’t dumped, and I’m sorry that my story doesn’t really fit here. I do feel like I was dumped on.Thanks for reading, it helps to tell what happened.