Put up on 24 November 2022
Four Deaths
As mentioned earlier in my Website, I have had four deaths. They are 2001 (South Africa - first cut is the deepest),
2003 - Canberra, 2008 - Tasmania, and 2018 - Canberra. I will talk about one today, it is 2003, Canberra.
My ex-wife thought it would be funny to divorce me, make out I was all the bad things she was and take everything, using the children
as pawns. So in February 2003, the day before I had to go to the family court for the first time (my ex-wife took off with the
children a week earlier and I was given a summons to go to the Family Court the following day), two of my abusive alcoholic ex-wife's
"boyfriends" from the pub she drank at, came around to my house and did a job on me.
They came around late one night and knocked on the glass door. My ex-wife was staying at the Publican's house with the children. I
recognised one of them from one of the few times I went to the pub (we had three young children). I opened the door and said "I
suppose you're wondering what Kim's carrying on about?". Ready to hear whatever bullshit she'd been spruiking. Anyway, the shorter
one just hit me straight in the forehead with something he had in his hand, and it knocked me, I didn't fall down but I was real
groggy. He then got behind me and wrapped his arm around my head, grabbing my jaw, and then ripping it around, jaw and neck, I
fell to the ground. They then got each end of me and "crocodile rolled" my body, one twisting one way, and one twisting the other.
They then left me lying on the floor, they would have been thinking I was pretty fucked, so to surprise them, I "sprung up" and we
had words. I told them that one day they would talk, it might take me 10 years, but it will happen. They told me I wouldn't
remember, I drew a picture on the kitchen bench and told them I will see this and remember. I then told them to piss off and let
me rest in peace and took my really broken self to the loungeroom and lied down on the lounge.
My soul left my body that night, plus the "violations" had not finished, it's what happens afterwards that I experienced, but I'll
save that story for another day. Later that night I woke up when I hit the ceiling, and saw myself lying on the lounge. I was then
"sucked" back into my broken body, which had gone coldish. I had to try and function to get to Court to protect my children from
their abusive alcoholic mother.
So whilst trying to recover and function, I spent the next 10 years fighting teams of lesbian lawyers (who had the Family Court
covered in Canberra) setup by my ex-wife's male hating lesbian sister's partner, who worked as a legal aid solictor and organised
them all. I lost.
In 2012, I was told the two guys who did a job on me were Matt Baker (the shorter one) and Geoff Hourigan. I don't know if that's
true or not, but that's what I was told.
I'm not a happy chappy about all of that, and my children become victims of a dysfunctional environment.
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