A Broken Woman

A BROKEN WOMAN

MISTY

Copyright © 2020 by Misty.

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Rev. date: 09/18/2020

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CONTENTS

PART ONE

THE COURTSHIP

Preface

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

PART 2

THE GAME

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

PART 3

THE BETRAYAL

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

PART FOUR

KARMA

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

PART ONE

THE COURTSHIP

PREFACE

This is the true story of a broken woman and how she was able to get out of a toxic relationship. She was tired of confusing love for a mutual addiction, control, and total self hate.

She had her own Christian Grey in the flesh. She thought she was strong and could play the superficial games, only to spiral down after the great emotional highs.

A lot of women are stuck in these toxic relationships – here are the true life events of how Misty was able to escape from the clutches of a manipulative, narcissistic, psychopathic, ex-gang member and controlling lover, to regain control of her own life again.

PROLOGUE

December 28, 2017

Are you still seeing the Marine? (I get a text from Barbara after not hearing from her for a year and a half). Yea, me too…well I still sleep with him, lol. It’s Barbara by the way.

Misty: Fuck off. You can have that piece of shit. You both deserve each other. I’m moving on to something better.

Barbara: If I knew he was still fucking you, I would have left him alone a long time ago, Misty….he told me how you went to his mom’s ..Hope you’re well.

I forwarded this text to the Marine: That put the nail on the coffin. Please thank her for me. See you on the other side.

He texted back right away: Stalker. Stop messaging. The police see all your messages. We see you driving around my mom’s. You better stop. That’s harassment. (He always thought I was driving around his place – he was paranoid.)

I reply: Whatever, don’t flatter yourself. I’ve got better things to do. Have a nice life. Good riddance. And I hope you’re a big enough person to return my things to me……

Marine: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

I reply: Okay. Didn’t think so. Just end it and close it, Marine.

No response. That’s the last time I talked to the Marine for three months.

December, 2017

Barbara gave me a lot of information about the Marine for the past 1 year and a half. She and I had become friends when the Marine and I started seeing each other. Then she became very jealous and even started crying one time that we were having a threesome. She said that she felt the Marine was in love with me. Then we started being competitive with each other and didn’t speak to each other anymore. I had even lent her some money once, and she never paid it back. I trusted that the Marine was not seeing her anymore, but that turned out not to be true. A lot transpired before between Barbara and me, so I have to tell you about the way things turned out.

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December, 2017

Misty: Yea right whatever. You can support his ass. I’m out of the equation. Have a nice life. He has some stuff he needs to return to me, but I know he won’t. He can’t let go.

Barbara: Really, still sending screenshots. You’re so pathetic. He dogged you to me. I told him you said he can’t let go…. He just laughed - he said "Let go of that money?" – He said he still hasn’t slept over. Lol. (He had told her about the screenshot I had sent him of her text to me)

Misty: Barbara, get a life….I’ve moved on. You don’t understand that? What does dogged me mean? I sent them so I could prove his lies. He will never quit with the lies. Told you I’m done. He won’t return stuff cuz he won’t let go. That’s ok. I wouldn’t let go of money either. Ha ha. Someone else is enjoying my money.

Barbara: Yea his chic and new baby. He won’t ever let ME go. I don’t give him anything. He said you’re crazy; he just uses you for money.

Misty: I know that. Frankly I don’t care. Best of luck to both of you. No hard feelings. He just can’t accept the fact that I dumped him. He’s the type that’ll fuck up a wet dream. He once told me the only reason he’s with you is cuz you let him fuck you in the ass. Swear to God. How admirable. Lol.

Barbara: He showed me those texts. He says all kinds of shit, he’s a bitch, and he fucks guys in their ass, why does he need mine? I’ve been fucking him every week and I give him no ass...lol that’s funny. But he’s got a chic. I don’t care about him. He won’t let go of me. I tell him all the time to leave me alone. I talk shit about his kids. He still calls – what kind of dad is that?

Texts between the Marine and Barbara:

Marine: I love you. I’m about to go to surgery. I love you. Please don’t be with him.

Barbara: You can’t ask that of me.

Marine: I can. I love you. Choose me. Please. This new year we’ll be together.

Barbara: And when I come back with more hickies don’t be mad. Maybe it’s time you feel how you make me feel.

Marine: I love you but you’re a fool if you believe a miserable old lady – screeeeenshot.

Barbara: I just got my nails done. I’m not pushing buttons to ruin my nails for my trip. Go fuck yourself.

Marine: Oops, Misty is always right lmfao. Misty believer screenshot. Lol. What Misty says is true ha ha ha lmfao. Can’t stop laughing.

(She sent me a screenshot of flight confirmation she was taking to San Antonio for New Year’s Eve along with all the texts the Marine was sending her.)

Misty: Well I’m getting out while I can. I lost my apartment thanks to him and his brother and cousin. I had to take it to court and I was able to stay, then three months later they didn’t want to renew my lease, so I had to get out. He has ruined and disrupted my life enough. I don’t want or need it anymore. Biggest mistake of my life. He can keep my stuff and stick em up his ass. They’ll probably fit.

Barbara: He’s begging on What’sApp for me not to believe you. Lol. That you’re crazy and you keep riding by his house. He has a family, Misty. He has a chic with two babies. He’s got hickies on him all the time... Don’t you see them? I do...But I just like to fuck him..Just fuck him - don’t give him shit. I lost my feelings for him a long time ago. I can’t stand him. I tell him all the time to leave me alone.

Misty: He told me the same thing – that he wasn’t talking to you! I wanted my stuff back! He was the one stalking me at Chili’s last week and begged me that he needed me and that I was in charge. He just needed some new shoes and some money. Dick. Fuck him. He did have some hickies back in May. Said that he had experimented with a guy and had a video and all that. In May (2017) I had an abnormal PAP and had to have a biopsy. I had HPV. It’s very contagious if you don’t wear condoms. So be careful. You probably got it too.

Barbara: I have no cervix.

Misty: It doesn’t matter. You can still get it orally too. We had a threesome with a friend of mine in June and she got pissed cuz she got a real bad yeast infection. She said he’s real dirty. He even went down on her. (I have to admit that I exaggerated some things to her about having a threesome with Ken, the Marine’s only friend. I was jealous because they previously had a threesome at the island, so I told Barbara that we had a threesome also, just to piss her off. It worked.) So we’ve come full circle, Barbara. We are not any better than two years ago and the Marine is still laughing his ass off at us. He loves the drama. Move on with someone worthwhile; quit wasting your time and energy. He’s insane. Haven’t you noticed that? Just be careful that you don’t catch anything from him. He’s live shit. A walking garbage can.

Barbara: I know, Misty. I’ve been in and out of the hospital cause of my throat…watch, he probably gave me throat cancer….I’m done. All I do is fuck him…but even with that I’m done. I can’t live with his lies anymore…he swears he love me – that y’all ain’t shit and for me it’s been four years. I felt bad for you. He goes on and on about you’re crazy and you went to his house and some dude stole a lot of money from you and when he took me to Applebee’s the other week he said a bunch of shit about you and I didn’t even know he was still talking to you. I was pissed. You tried to get me in trouble, you played with my life, my kids, but still I just wanted you to know he still fucks me so you would know he’s never gonna change.

Misty: Why did you think he wasn’t talking to me, because he said so?? So sad. It’s funny that I’m leaving him in the dirt. See how tough he is without any money.

Barbara: Really that’s y he had two phones. Lol he said he has no phone now, fucking lying asshole. That’s why I hate him – he said he wasn’t even talking to u that u tried to sue him over some tires…I hate him because he lies – how can you respect someone like that? So the 956-685-xxxx that was ur phone?

Misty: Yea I had him served over the tires. Nope not that number.

Barbara: But I’m done now for real…I’m going to San Antonio with my guy friend and I have other friends. The Marine’s not shit. He’s broke, he’s trash, he’s got kids everywhere, I’m done with kids…he can go rot somewhere, I don’t care anymore. I hate him. He will never see me again, I swear. Well I’m done. I’ll never bring him up again. He’s dead to me. Good night.

Barbara was angry at him also because she still cared for him and she was tired of his lies.

Barbara: I don’t care about the babies. You know he had two chicks pregnant at the same time. One was illegal and one was like 22. He has 3 kids, 2, 9 months, and 5 months. He doesn’t care if you expose him. He’ll just make it seem like you’re crazy. He did tell me he and his family were going to put a restraining order cause they see you riding around his apartment.

Misty: They’re full of shit. That’s the only time I went. They can all kiss my ass.

Barbara sent me some screen shots that the Marine was sending her that morning. Barbara had already made some flight arrangements to go to San Antonio to meet up with some guy. The Marine didn’t want her to go. The Marine was recuperating from a balloon sinuplasty and he was texting her like crazy from another number (she had blocked him.)

Marine: I never once said anything bad about you or anything. Check. My sugar, weird, stalker, old lady mama. Don’t go, please, I swear. Please don’t go, Barbara. I love you so so much. Let’s spend it together. Please. I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you. Don’t go. I wanna be with you. I love you Barbara. I love you, please spend New Years with me, please. Don’t go!!! Don’t go!!! (Later he told me that it was all a set up, that they were just messing with me. Yea right)

He sent Barbara a picture of him in bed with a nose strip from his operation, with a real pathetic look on his face. He really knew how to play the game.

Marine: Miss you. Te amo. See you soon. Eyyyy. Eyyy, you leaving tonight? I’m a go over. I need for you to choose. Good night.

Barbara: And your dumbass is telling me to leave him alone. You just want him for yourself – he hasn’t even fucked you in a month..I’m leaving him alone and why do you tell him what I say? You’re trying to play us both. You know deep down the Marine loves me. He doesn’t have to take money from you to come see me. He spends holidays with me. He’s my fuck buddy like you said, but he’s a really good friend He said he didn’t tell you anything about my ass or that he uses me. (Of course he denied everything to her). Do you know how many bitches he fucks? But he spends the night and holds me all night. I can have the Marine whenever I want….ball’s in my court. (She sent me some pictures of them together on Thanksgiving and they also went to a wedding together.)

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He always denied her to me and he also denied me to her. In other words, he lied to both of us about each other. He always swore up and down that he didn’t see her anymore. She was angry because I told her that once I had asked the Marine why he liked her so much (the year before) and he said that because she let him fuck her in the ass. (He had done this to her one time that we had a threesome). He even told me to look, so that I could see that was what he was actually doing! He was crazy. She was livid.

She also sent me some screen shots from Jamie, the girl that he was seeing before I started seeing him, from Brownsville. The Marine had given her herpes. (These were dated Aug. 2015), right before I met him. Jamie: He is…. 956-543-xxxx. We had sex on Saturday. Every night he calls. Good luck girl. He gave me herpes - HPV. Good luck.

Misty: Thought friends didn’t lie to each other. I’m done with destructive relationships. No more. Thought you were going to San Antonio. Or is the Marine still controlling you? He doesn’t control me. Nobody does. You all seem to get off on a love/hate relationship and that’s not healthy. So quit dicking around and grow some balls and stand up to him. It’s not for me, it’s for you. I’ve already shed my tears and spit my fire over his lies and constant hurts. No more. It’s very liberating. But if you must fall back into his web then so be it. Same pattern over and over again. I was smart enough to see it woman to woman, Hope you are too. So you see, I’m not the loser here – I’m the winner. I got out of the game. Too bad you still can’t.

I sent Barbara a whole bunch of texts from the Marine about where he used to tell me he loved me, and all the times he was just using me for money.

Barbara: Stop texting me. I haven’t seen or spoken to him since I found out he was with you ….stop texting me…..he just used you for money, Misty. It’s right there in black and white. He only says nice things cause you’re buying him….we just fucked..He told me you followed him to my apartment ….stop.

(I had followed him one morning that he called, having a meltdown, and that I needed to meet him at the nearby corner store for some gas money. He was pouring the water bottle over his head and he was in a real panic.) I gave him the money for gas for his truck and he took off. I decided to follow him because I wanted to know what was going on. He said that people were trying to kill him and that one of his kids had an emergency (sick) and he needed to go and see her. I went in late to work and followed him all the way to San Juan, where he finally saw me in his mirror, and he pulled over. (That’s where Barbara lived). He asked what I was doing and I said I just wanted to know what he was up to. He was very offended that I followed him and he told me to go to work. I told him "go right ahead and do what you were gonna do, I have all day." He said he would call the police on me so I just turned around and went to work after awhile. I knew there was something more there than meets the eye, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. He looked like he was going into withdrawal. But of course he couldn’t admit to me what he was really doing. I was real upset with him that he was still seeing Barbara. I broke it off with him. (Again) (Actually she was his drug connection, but I didn’t know it at the time.)

(Oct 2017)

Marine: Please don’t cut me off. I need you. (That’s what he texted me after that fiasco that morning when I followed him)

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Jan, 2018 (right after our breakup)

Barbara: Yes, he’s a loser. I don’t even have a number for him and thank God he’s left me alone. I found a really great guy – I’m gonna go see him again this weekend. I’m finally happy. Take care, forget him…he’s a piece of shit.

Misty: Maybe one day he’ll be accountable for what he does. The way he treats women.

Barbara: And men. He will, watch karma.

Misty: I had been trying to pull away from him for awhile and finally he hung himself (not literally) and gave me an out. I knew the harder I pushed the more he would back away. Do you get it now? Good luck in whatever you do……..

Barbara: He got that shit done to his nose - he came looking for me but I was in San Antonio. I’m done with him…when you said he just talked shit about me. I don’t fuck with two faced motherfuckers. He’s probably all happy with his chic…or new victims. Yeah, good luck to you too. I did things with him I never even did with my husband. He was having threesome’s and shit with you too...We had just fucked my neighbor like a month ago, a 23- year old... He’s just fucking disgusting.

Misty: Guy or girl?

Barbara: Girl. But we have sucked dick together. (They used to do threesomes all the time with both guys and girls.)

Misty: That’s the pride that I have, that he always said he hated his life. He’s the one that’s gonna suffer cuz I would help him a lot financially.

Barbara: Fuck him. He actually told me he found a new sugar mama in Mexico. He said she’s ugly but she bought shit for his truck. Some older lady.

Barbara went to San Antonio after all. She said that the Marine had gone looking for her while she was gone. She hadn’t heard back from him.

So this was the last time I talked to Barbara at the end of December, 2017, until later, the same time I broke it off with the Marine. I really needed some closure to all this. I was very hurt.

(This is when I took on a second job just to stay busy and try to get everything in perspective again.)

Then in March, 2018, I get a random text from Barbara. (We just couldn’t seem to break away from him, no matter how hard we tried). Oh God, here we go again. This was after she swore up and down that she was through with him.

Barbara: Hey, do you still fuck the Marine?

Misty: Nope, you?

Barbara: No, I was just wondering. I saw him on a Harley, thought you bought it for him.

Misty: He did text me a couple of weeks ago and last week that he needed a loan.

March 15, 2018 (Three months after not hearing from him - after our last blowup.)

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1:26 p.m. – Marine: Hi, Misty.

Misty: Hello, who’s this?

Marine: What you doing? Long time no hear.

Misty: Marine?

Marine: Yes, lol.

Misty: Tell me something else only you would know.

Marine: Mango margaritas. (That was his favorite drink that I used to make for him.)

Misty: Ok, how are you?

Marine: Not good.

Misty: Oh why?

Marine: Broke, story of my life.

Misty: Yup, it is.

9:04 p.m. Marine: I need your help. Can you? Hello, how you been?

Misty: Good

Marine: Ok

Misty: I think you have the wrong number.

Marine: Misty?

Misty: Maybe, Christian?

Marine: Yes, Christian Grey, that is. Kneel!

Misty: Yea, right not this time. I came out of my hypnosis.

Marine: Ok, goodnight.

Misty: Goodnight.

Mar 16 8:32 p.m.

Misty: Did you ever finish school?

Marine: I’m a lawyer now.

Misty: Yea, sure.

Marine: Three years of Harvard – a lot has changed.

Misty: Right. A little delusional? Marine, or is it Christian?

Marine: Chapter 62638389483…..

Misty: You didn’t get my text to your other number?

Marine: Huh, what are you talking about?

Misty: Brain dead huh?

Marine: Huh? (He always used to act dumb and brain dead. He said that was one of his nicknames in prison.)

Misty: Going back to work. On a break.

Marine: Have a good day at work.

11:13 p.m. Misty: Thanks.

Marine: I actually went to rehab for awhile.

Misty: Good. Where?

Marine: My hot cheetos took a toll on me. It made me somebody I was not. The red crusties all over the tip of my fingers.mmmmmmmm…nothing like that feeling….

I sent him a happy face.

Marine: Call me. I was getting off of Lyft so I gave him a call.

So we talked a bit. Nothing had really changed. He just wanted money. I didn’t hear from him again until the 21st of the month.

8:26 a.m. Marine: I need a loan.

Misty: You need to quit having kids and good morning to you too. You’re a lawyer now. You should be making good money. I’m not a bank - go to a bank. (I was still mad at him.)

11:04 a.m. Misty: Is this another one of your fake numbers like everything was fake from the very beginning? You hurt me a lot…..

(No apology and no response)

4:18 p.m. Marine: Huh? This is Mateo. I think you have me confused.

5:30 p.m. Misty: Whatever.

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So this was his attempt to try to get me back. It didn’t work right away.

(Conversation with Barbara)

Misty: Nope, not me. He always wanted a bike. Where was this that you saw him?

Barbara: On interstate with some chic on the back – young chic, but she didn’t look like she had money, probably his baby mama. (Turns out this wasn’t true. She didn’t see him on the interstate. She was still in contact with the Marine.)

April 3, 2018

Texts from Barbara

Barbara: You told him you dumb bitch….I’ve been fucking him too, lol. He’s pissed cause I told you he had a bike and he threatened me. Tell him he comes around again he’ll be arrested.

Misty: What the hell you talking about? He asked me for money and I told him to go ask his biker chicks. That’s all I said. I haven’t seen him nor do I want to.

Barbara: Yea, well he just came and blew up at my house, that I told you he had a bike.

Misty: He threatened you? I didn’t tell him shit. That’s all I said.

Barbara: Yea, that he’ll call the cops on me blah blah blah.

Misty: He’s pissed cuz I won’t give him money. Cops for what?

So apparently the Marine had gotten a bike a couple of months before. He didn’t want me to know because he thought I was going to do something to his bike (someone had punctured one of his tires on his truck). He also didn’t want me to think he had money for a bike.

Like I said, she told me that he had two girls pregnant at the same time. He had a new baby mama locally, one that he had met while in paralegal school. Barbara said they had had a threesome with her neighbor and also one time on the island at a friend’s condo that he had taken me to once also. She was just trying to tell me all this so that I could know that he was never going to change.

I was trying to get her to dump him also - that was the only way that he was going to get out of our lives for good. She couldn’t let go either.

This is the kind of game and manipulation I had been enduring since October of 2015 when I first met the Marine. I had had enough. On that day on December 21, 2017, right before Christmas, I exploded. Several things led up to that night. I had had it out with the Marine the night before after receiving some texts from Barbara that she had still been seeing him all this time (1 year and a half) after he swore up and down that he didn’t see her anymore.

The Marine and I had spent that morning together (he took me to the last known address of my ex-roommate that had scammed me out of some money). Ironically he had the last name as the Marine – no relation) and had done some shopping for some shoes for him the night before. He swore up and down that he was going to come over that night, but of course he never did. He said he was shopping with his grandmother (last minute Christmas shopping) at Wal-Mart.

I was so hell bent on catching him at another lie that I actually drove to Wal-Mart and didn’t see his truck. (Later Barbara tells me that he had sold his truck for $2,000.00 and he told me that it had been repossessed). I drove to his mother’s house and demanded to get my things that I had lent him and asked him to keep for me. (A play station I had won at work, my old phones and some barstools). She said he didn’t live there anymore and that it was very rude that I went by so late. I called the police and told them what was going on, that I wanted my things back and wasn’t going to leave without them. The police said I had to go to court for that. I knew that was what I needed to do, but I was so distraught and sick and tired of his lies that I didn’t care what I did at that point. The cop told me to be careful, not to be going over to someone’s house like that.

December, 2017 (The night I broke it off and went to his mom’s house)

Marine: You made a scene at my mom’s house? That’s horrible. I’m done fucking with you. You’re fucking crazy and we’re all gonna file a restraining order on you.

Misty: Fuck you, go ahead. You’re dead to me, pathetic ass. Go back to Michigan, nobody wants you here. Loser. Worthless piece of shit that has to ask a woman for money. There’s a very thin line between love and hate. You just killed anything. Like I would want to fuck with you? Someone that sucks dick? Gonna expose your ass. Make it public. You’re gonna regret fucking me over. I also need that new phone back so I can get credit for it at T-Mobile. You talked about financial ruin? (He had told me before that I had left him in financial ruin.) I’m just getting started. I’m counting every dime since I met you. I’m blocking you on my phone. I don’t want to see or hear from you. I’m deleting you from my life. Long overdue. See you in court. And you know what? I wouldn’t want to be your wife. A pathetic asshole like you? No thanks. I love myself more than that. You just lost a friend.

Marine: You’re mean. You really scare me.

Misty: Fuck you. Yea, be very afraid.

Marine: Are you saying you’re gonna kill me? All your threats make me feel uncomfortable.

Misty: I’m not stupid. You sleep with one eye open motherfucker. I’d be doing society a favor.

I felt very used, taken for granted, betrayed and angry. I was emotionally drained by all of this. I was working two jobs and that didn’t make things any easier. I had taken on a part time job as a Lyft and Uber driver just to stay busy and keep my mind off of all the chaos that I was going through. I told the Marine to stay the hell away from me and to never come near me again or I was going to get a restraining order and I would expose him.

Now let me tell you how it all started, and why I felt I was so vulnerable in the first place to let it happen, the place that I was in my life, at the time.

CHAPTER 1

October, 2015

I had been estranged from my two daughters, grandchildren and siblings since the end of 2014. After my father and two uncles (his brothers) had passed away in a span of 9 months, all hell broke loose, and I basically had reached the end of my rope with family manipulation, control and being taken for granted. I lashed out. I had also filed a small claims lawsuit against my oldest daughter, her husband, and my oldest grandson. She had terminated her part of the Sprint account we had together and I was stuck with $1,100.00 early termination fees! I had also reached the end of my rope with my work. I had been working as a paralegal for 20+ years and I ended up walking out of a hostile environment job after my dad passed away, and after he had been in hospice for 9 months. It was a very stressful time in my life. I just wanted to walk away from it all and pull the sheets over my head and be alone to sort things out.

So I stayed home for 6 months and reflected on my life, like the Girl Interrupted. I knew that I was the only one that could change the course of my life. I had been divorced for 18 years and was getting tired of waiting for my white knight in shining armor to show up and whisk me away.

I worked on several projects that I had been putting off, like finally putting my poetry in order and getting my book published. I had always wanted to start a personal shopper/cleaning/sitter business, so I advertised and got a few jobs doing that. I also tried web camming and also researched another project I had in the works involving a liquor product. I even took a bartending course! I really wanted to explore my options, to see what would make me happy. I was always stuck trying to make someone else happy – husbands, kids, parents, bosses, etc. I wanted to figure out what made ME happy.

So on one Saturday afternoon I was browsing through the part time want ads on Craigslist. I was still unemployed and was interested in a part-time sitting business. I came across this ad on Craigslist:

Looking for a sexy care provider (Edinburg) Oct 24, 2015

"Hello I am looking for a provider…..2 hours a day…..I’m looking for a sexy lady to keep me company and get paid for it. You will get paid through the company….and if you want extra cash we can work something out……disabled veteran….U.S. Marine…..If you are interested give me a call or text…need to find my provider by Monday – serious inquiries only. Thank you."

I’ll have to admit, I was intrigued by this ad. I should’ve seen the red flags, but I didn’t. Maybe I didn’t want to see them. I responded right away:

Misty: Hi there. I saw your ad but didn’t have a number, so I’m writing to you here. Are you still looking for a provider? Let me know here. Thanks, Misty.

I headed out to go pick up my dad’s cousin because her son was going to perform at a local hotel/lounge. He was the singer in a band. I was enjoying the music and ambiance when I got a text from the Marine. I ran to the bathroom to take his call and we talked for a little while.

Marine: Yes I am – text me at xxx-xxxx, send me a pic, and tell me about yourself.

I respond: Sent pic – did you get it?

Marine: No.

Misty: Sent it to your yahoo.

He laughed: Lol, I don’t have yahoo. (I later found out that he had like 7 different Emails, one of them Yahoo. He always used to ask me to open an Email for him because he wasn’t very good at things like that. Right.)

I resent my picture. I sent two, actually, one from 12 years before and one from that summer when I was in the pool.

Marine: Great smile.

Misty: Thanks.

Marine: Can you send me another one? What you doing after the club?

Misty: Going home.

Marine: Wanna chill? Do you smoke? You look like two different people.

Misty: No, I don’t smoke. Thought you needed a provider.

Marine: Yeah…..

Marine: You’re a very sexy woman. Are you single?

Misty: Yes, I brought my dad’s cousin to listen to her son’s band at the Echo.

Marine: Wanna have some company for the night?

Misty: Ha, I don’t even know you!

I left the club about midnight and he was texting me.

He said: Well, let’s get to know each other.

I asked him to send me a pic of himself. He sent me one. I thought he was attractive, with a certain sadness in his eyes.

Misty: Nice pic. Are you really a Marine?

Marine: Yes. (All lies, from the very beginning.)

I told him: I’m afraid of you.

Marine: Why?

Misty: I don’t know. (Because I know that Marines are just trained killers)

He says: I’m all man. Can you handle that?

Misty: Lol, maybe that’s what I’m afraid of!

Marine: I can make you feel good.

Misty: I’m sure you can!

I’m big, he said.

You live in Edinburg? I asked.

He replied: Yes, I do.

1:06 a.m. I said Goodnight and went to bed.

I was still intrigued by him. I was very curious about where this could go.

11:58 a.m. Misty (I talked to him the next day, Sunday afternoon)

Misty: Did you fall asleep last night?

Marine: Yes.

Misty: Awww sleepy baby.

Marine: Come sleep with me.

Misty: LOL! We wouldn’t get any sleep!

Marine: Is that bad? Can you handle 9 inches?

Misty: Oh my, maybe.

12:12 p.m. Misty: Don’t you have a girlfriend?

Marine: No.

12:14 p.m. Misty: What did you do in the Marines?

1:44 p.m. Marine: Laundry lol.

Misty: What? Really?

Marine: No, lol. I did 3 tours. I honestly don’t like to talk about it. I suffer from PTSD, that’s why I need a provider. I’d rather just pretend I wasn’t even in the core. I don’t want to bring it up again you know. There’s no military picture of me up in my home. (Lies, lies, and more lies.)

1:50 p.m.

(At this time I still didn’t know his name, I never even asked him what his name was).

That’s okay, darling, I understand. Well let me know what the job entails……I really think veterans are real heroes. Just be proud of yourself. I had a brother that went to Vietnam. He was killed in a car accident 10 years ago. I hope you are getting the help you need.

(It was all lies from him, right from the very beginning.)

Oct 25 7:51 p.m.

I had responded with this in the meantime:

Sorry I never told you about myself like you had requested. I have been a paralegal for a lot of years and in between jobs right now. I actually want to open a business of my own as a provider/companion/personal shopper. I am available to work days or nights – whatever fits your schedule. Let me know. I am still going to interviews in the meantime……Thanks, Misty.

I still thought this was a legit part time job. Little did I know.

Oct 31, 10:28 a.m.

I sent a picture of myself in a see through, red devil costume for Halloween. (The last time I had talked to him was the Sunday before. I hadn’t heard from him since then.) At this time I was working as a web cam model and had worn a red devil outfit for Halloween.

11:56 Marine: Sexy.

Misty: I sent a picture of red lips.

Marine: What’s under that shirt?

Misty: It’s a secret.

Marine: Do you have big nipples?

Misty: No, you naughty boy. Think you need a spanking!

Marine: I have a big dick – 9 inches.

Misty: I know…..

Marine: Mmmm….yes, spank me baby. Can you handle a big dick?

Misty: I don’t know, I think I’m afraid of you. You might need a tongue lashing too! You excite me but I revere you at the same time.

Marine: Mmmmm….are you a good lover?

Misty: Yesssssssss ! Can you handle a Cougar?

Marine: Yes I can.

Misty: You’ll let me do naughty things to you, darling?

Marine: Yes, baby. You wanna see my dick?

Misty: Ooooohhh, are you hard for me?

Marine: Yes, full of cum juice.

Misty: Yummy.

Marine: Where do you want my juice?

Misty: On my boobs. I want a pearl necklace.

Marine: Mmmm… When can I see you?

Misty: I don’t meet…..I’m mysterious like that.

Marine: What? So you just wanna text?

Misty: Would this be part of the provider services you need? LOL

Marine: Yes.

Misty: Ha ha. Are you sure you don’t wanna leave me tied up in your house like that guy from Chicago? (There was a guy in the news that had gotten caught for kidnapping and holding some girls hostage for years.)

Marine: Hell no

Misty: LOL. Just kidding. I joke around a lot.

12:34 p.m. Misty: I had my nose broken and ear drum busted by my first husband and then second husband ruptured it again. That’s why I fear men. But I guess we all have demons to face, huh?

So I contacted the Marine and decided to meet up with him! I was real excited because I felt we had connected over texting.

The next day he texted that he had been in the special forces for 15 years, and that his missions were top secret….therefore, he carried himself like he was a regular person. He mentioned this because I asked him if he ever went to Mexico. He said he didn’t have a passport and had never been. I thought to myself that it was weird that he had been in the Special Forces and didn’t have a passport. I was so gullible; I fell for all of his lies.

The next week he came over to my apartment so we could meet for the first time. He suggested meeting up at a hotel, but I suggested him coming over to my apartment. Big mistake. I had on a red see-through outfit that I had worn for Halloween that month while I was doing some web camming. It was supposed to be a devil outfit with my devil’s tail and horns. He really liked it. (I had sent him a picture of me in it.) At first I was not totally impressed by his looks. He was not even that tall. He was very muscular, though, with a lot of tattoos on his upper body and arms. He was very charming with a boyish outlook, but a bad boy attitude at the same time. We had sex on that first meeting. He was great! He was real big, just like he said, and he really pounded my pussy. There was an instant attraction. I had never done that before, but I thought it was kind of exciting. We got so wrapped up in the moment that we didn’t even use protection! I can’t believe I actually fucked a total stranger after meeting him for the first time. I was hooked from that very first time. It was like a drug, an addiction. Before he left that day he said, "I’m gonna turn your world upside down." And he did.

He bragged about knowing how to speak Arabic and knowing 4 types of martial arts. He even used some blocking techniques on me.

When he left that day I wrote down his license plate number and had my friend, a process server, run the plates. (Now remember, all this time I didn’t even know his real name. He gave me a fake name when he came over that first day). So I put him down on my phone as Marine. Needless to say, the ad for caregiver was not mentioned. He really needed a provider, but got one later, his grandma.

That night my friend Marlene told me that she had run the plates and that it was worse than what she thought – for me to stay away from him. We met at a restaurant so she could give me the paperwork on the license plate information she had run.

It showed that he had been in prison for 11 years on various felonies – (assault with intent for great bodily harm, less murder, firearm possession by a felon, attempted larceny, felony firearms, carrying concealed weapons, fleeing police officer, and fourth degree vehicle code). In a way I was scared, and in a way I was intrigued. Who was this mysterious man? (It even gave me his real name).

I confronted him about this information I had found out about him. He admitted to being in a Latino gang up North. He told me a little about his history and how he had turned State’s evidence against some of the gang members. He was not on any witness protection program, though.

I guess this was my chance to run, but I really pondered about this and decided to stay in it. There really was something about him that tugged at my heart for some reason. I really felt compassion for him and felt that I could really help him and make a difference in his life. He was someone that needed me. (Actually, he was using me because I was so vulnerable.) I didn’t want to see it though. I saw him as a challenge and you have to remember the place where I was at this time in my life……..

I had seen a lot of scars on his back and at the back of his legs one time when I was giving him a massage. He said he had been stabbed a lot of times while in prison and spent two months in the hospital. This was where his PTSD stemmed from. He told me he used to be an enforcer for the gang, the one that enforces the rules. Later he told me that he came from being a sicario to a bum on the street. They had chapters and meetings (servicios) and everything. They were highly organized. If someone broke the rules, they were severely punished and even tortured sometimes. Later into the relationship he told me about him turning State’s evidence on some of the gang members in retaliation for what they had done to him. He had even organized a burning of a building in retaliation for how he had been treated. It made the news in his State, and it showed him leading it. (He showed me the video.) He said they made him a monster and that he had hurt a lot of people. One time he was rambling about having survived a gang rape in prison. I’m not sure if this was true or not. He did have a lot of demons that he had to confront. But that is a whole different issue. Those are his issues that he needed to resolve.

He also had a lot of tattoos on his body. He told me that he was the product of his mother being raped by her uncle when she was 13. He ended up being raised by his grandmother. He only saw his father briefly once when he was little. He also told me about being sexually abused by his older female cousin when he was very young. I asked him how that made him feel and he said he was too young, he didn’t know what to feel or think. I felt a lot of compassion for him. I felt that I was going to be able to make a difference in his life, like a brand new project. (Big mistake). That’s a mistake a lot of women make. They just don’t realize it.

(His rap sheet had an entry of intent to do bodily harm, less murder. I don’t know if these two incidents were the same).

He said it all started with him when he was 13. He got arrested for stealing his mom’s car. He was put in an in-school suspension by himself. He also remembers spending all summers sleeping because since he had ADD, he was put on medication and it