FINALLY, I AM HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE that book 'one' of the Exodus series was published! The book named "THE DIVORCE" by Captiva Elizabetha on finally available on AMAZON!  It will be available by Barnes and Noble, Sony, i-tunes, and many other distributers by the beginning of February!  Education is the best way to make it stop, and we will, with a load voice!  Currently set up as an e-book, print onces should be available in the summer.  Say STOP from abuse, and learn from my story.  Its a shocker that you will LOVE!!  Best Regards,  
                                                            Captiva E.

August 31st - A Beautiful Piece of News

I have just found out that I have to move in to secondary housing, and I really do not know what to say to this.  I know that this is what has to happen, but that does not make it any easier, unfortunately.  I  have had my whole life snatched from me, and there is NOTHING that I can do about it, which really makes me angry.  I have lost my job, my career, my material possessions... everything…and I have to go for a year!  Another year of my life shot to shit!

I will let you know what will happen...I have yet to find out as the interview sessions are occurring, and the police think that this is the best possible option.  That, and the fact, that I have to stay off the grid, period.  I cannot put anything in my name, as as for my name, they think that it is a good option for me to change it!  What a beautiful piece of news!

August 31st - All Hell Breaks Loose!

Well, all hell broke out today as a result of said weekend.  I am ashamed to say that I was most grateful about it, as at least someone was as upset about the abuse of power in here as I was.

I was telling my current favourite counsellor about it, Tina, and she could not believe it.  I appreciate Tina for the fact that she understands sarcasm and witticisms and that, because of this, she is easy to converse with.  Upon hearing the ‘tale of woe’ concerning the weekend, she lined up a meeting with the director of the house, and again, I reiterated the tale.  I was most grateful to find out that she was horrified with the goings on in the house, and the one thing that astounded me was how gracious she was.  She ended up talking to all three of the residents who were forced into servitude, and had us all write letters, which we all did. 

The look on the director’s face when I told her about the texting that was going on, while I was conversing with the counsellor, was nothing short of a ‘Kodak Moment’.  Her eyes went as big as saucers when I mentioned that particular grievance, and she took that as badly as I had.  Again, I felt gratitude.  It is not easy when you have lost EVERYTHING…Your houses, your rentals, your bank accounts, your job (because you have to remain under the radar) your family, your self-esteem, and then finally your dignity.   Tina told me today that the one thing that a woman should never be forced to lose is her dignity…I had never really thought about that before…The only thing that I thought that I still had in check was my morals, but I guess that dignity is still there, albeit by its fingernails.

Tina spent a lot of time with me today, and made me feel briefly like I was not alone.  I ended up spending the whole day in meetings, and by the end of the day, I had such a headache.  Visiting your demons is never easy…especially when said demons are expunged all in a matter of hours.  I spend a lot of time burying them, so when they are forced to resurface, it is not an articulate production. For instance, I was meeting with an ex- police officer who is mandated to educate us in the best way to hide.  I have been given the direct instruction of the police that are holding the file that I am to stay ‘off the grid”…period.  He listened to me, acting like a complete cop, and then not understanding that you cannot exactly retrieve the information mentally on command.  Like every cop before, he will not understand the severity of my situation until he reads the original file that has been compiled for court.  When he reads that, then like every other cop who did not believe me…I will receive the respect and help that I deserve.  I know that police are fed fish tales every day, and in a few days he will find out that I am fighting the ‘Lockeness monster’.  It has happened this way since February…why I delude myself into thinking that the results will be any different amazes me.  Either I am an optimist and I do not know it, or I am naive, or just plain stupid.  I think that I will stick with the optimist…it makes me feel better than the other two options do. 

Well, after politely venting about the police officer, and ranting that my attacker had a shoot- out with the Mexican cartel in North Dakota, that he had asked me to try and obtain a handgun, (which of course I never did), and that anyone can get refugee status in Canada, even when they sneak past the border, that I stared at Tina, and ran after the police officer to tell him!  See, counselling works!  At that point, now that I was getting him something to look into, he changed a bit.  My fish grew a few inches with that information, I think.

After that, I had a meeting with the legal advocate, who saw all of the documents on my child custody suit that I sold practically everything to get.  Those documents that were signed in August of last year are STILL not filed with the courts, and it is blatant misconduct of my husband’s lawyer to hold them hostage for the payment of his bill.  Currently because those documents are not filed, I am still married, I have joint custody with he who was nothing but a psychological and emotional terrorist, and he pays no child support, which was the purchase price of the sole custody that was agreed to.  I have, after giving up everything to repurchase my daughter through the court system… nothing.   Charlotte, who seems to be a very driven and ambitious individual, who also empathizes with my situation, the perfect advocate, is going to look into it to see what can be done.  I have to confess with you that martyrdom gets very old after a while, especially when it is only the child that is the loser in the end.

So, it was a very productive day.  I am very grateful to be here, and I am very grateful that places like this exist.  I know that in facilities like this, the residents are considered to be leeches on the system; even at one point, I was ignorant enough to believe that.   It is amazing what happens when your protective bubble is popped…you find out in all of your supposed wisdom, just how ignorant you really are.

August 27th and 28th - What a Weekend...at the Hilton

It was a weekend from hell, in some respects.  It was the first weekend in the new family shelter and it was very trying to say the least.  The social workers here on the weekend all need a new vocation, as they are absolutely useless, but are very good at giving orders!  All the women here are fragile in one way or another;   One is pregnant with her ninth child, (can you imagine?!  NINE!!)  some are on the run from someone who has tried to kill them…like me, some fresh out of the hospital….one little girl, age of only 18, was here as her boyfriend beat the hell out of her, and the foetus died from it.  They did not discover until a month later that the baby was dead!  It is a wonder that she is still alive; and this poor girl went back to the man, the father, that killed her child, and respectively nearly killed her!  All here are victims of abuse…hence fragile.

It was like a tea party for the staff all weekend.  They locked themselves in the office, talking and gossiping.  Obviously the residents here were fodder for conversation, but every request was met as a major inconvenience (Hence the comment that they need to seek out a new vocation).  The staff here on the weekdays are marvellous, making time for the residents, and reasonably stressed, but who isn’t.  Thirteen families are here, and all of them have their own individual needs…and of course, we all need them met ‘right now’.  Poor girls!  But they do their best, and the lady that is the director of the children’s program is a gem.  They could not replace her if they tried!  Personally, I think that she should be canonized as a saint!!  Planted at the kitchen table for their garden party, they used all of the tomatoes and cucumbers to make their own salad (these vegetables were to be used for the “house salad” for the residents, and served us lettuce.  Lunch here at the house is to be served at noon…it was 1:00pm before they decided to feed the 20 odd children that were here, crying as they were hungry.  It was terrible.

There is a list for kitchen duty, and every day you are designated to help clean after said meal.  No one showed up to help.  I ended up doing clean up 7 times over two days with 2 other ladies…the lady with the 9 kids no one holds responsible…I think that all the women here would rather do the work, and let her contend with her brood.  And even though it was only the 3 of us doing the work of the whole house, when we sat to watch TV, we were ordered back into the kitchen to do it again, all though we had been doing it all day!!  And then she was upset, when we finally said no.  I did at least…I am pretty sure that slavery was abolished.  Even though I am here at the mercy of the government, for which I am very grateful, there have to be limits…I had reached mine at the time.

The shelter’s glass is all bulletproof, and they have garage door covers that are lowered at night to protect the residents…as I have a professional assassin after me, this is a very important feature to my mental peace.  At night we are all locked in like the ‘Tower Crown Jewels’, and this makes us happy…me at least.  BUT these particular nights I was less than happy.  The social worker lowered the doors, but did not put them down all of the way, and did not even lock them!  I was disconcerted to say the least, so I went over to said social worker to show her the way that they needed to be lowered.  She was very resentful and condescending of my efforts, and after a small disagreement conceded to do it my way.  I mentioned to her that none of the other windows around the house, (with the exception of the shutters that they did not raise all weekend that made the house resemble a prison!!) were not locked, but to no avail.  She did nothing about it; So much for the concerns of the residents!

Call me paranoid!  I know that my attacker is in jail, but since my rack and pinion steering bolts were deliberately loosened by some unknown assailant, I am now rightfully afraid.  (I have yet to blog about that situation with the steering!)  Because these damn doors were not locked properly, I did not sleep for 2 days, on top of the fact that my personal demons rear their ugly head every night between 2-6am.  On Saturday night, I found myself crawling the hallways, looking for someone to talk to.  At this time of night, one obviously cannot be that choosy, and found one of the social workers in the main office.  Yes, it ended up being one of those rare occasions that I actually wanted to talk, and the stupid woman was sending and responding to text messages the whole time I am pouring out my heart to her.  Obviously she was unworthy, but still!  I am pretty sure that she receives a paycheque to listen to people, and hear stories that she could not give a damn about.  The least that she can do is not text, and PRETEND that she is interested!!  The final insult was that she decided to send me to bed.  Well, geez, if I could sleep do you really think that I would be sitting here talking to you!  Wow!  Needless to say, I went back upstairs, and proceeded with the attack of the personal demons; At least the demons are always interested.

Well, welcome to my weekend…How was yours?

August 26th - Tired...

Spending the evening with my ‘Mouse’ (my daughter) tonight.  We have been furiously diarizing out our thoughts and feelings, and both of us I think are mentally fatigued.  I was way past fatigued a year and a half ago, and I swear that this life is a ‘life sentence’, and not a life.  Heavy is the head that wears the crown…responsibility (big one), morality ( especially tough when you are the only one that is executing this virtue), and ethically (same argument).

 Why do the people who try receive the most persecution…They say that GOD loves those the most who are persecuted.  He must absolutely adore me!!  All I have to say is…I have done my best.  If I have failed, I tried my utmost to persevere.  As long as ‘His will be done’, that is what matters.  All I hope is that His will includes something positive for me and my daughter other than martyrdom.

 I am so tired, mentally, physically, emotionally…there is nothing left.  I am starting to feel like a sadist!  God help me!!

August 23 - The Pill that is Hard to Swallow

The ‘Reign of Terror’ from the psychotic women’s shelter is continuing.  I forgot all of my medication and my daughters at the shelter, and her ‘genius’ father sends her home without the medication that has to obtained on a triplicate prescription form!  I tried to ask them if there was some way that they could send it to my new location, so as to avert having to go back, but it was a downright refusal to do such.

After loading my daughter into the truck, I make the long journey back to the shelter, by which time my daughter has fallen asleep in the truck, and I have no wish to get her up.  She cannot come in anyway, and she was forced to come with me, as she cannot stay at the shelter without my supervision…so I have been forced to drag her back to my own personal hell. 

I go in, picked it up, inquired about the cat, and thanked them for their help.  I decided to take a look at the pills while I was waiting my turn at the carwash, and found out that all of my daughter’s meds were not there!  As well as that, all of my Tylenol 3 was missing!  I found it to be quite ironic that all the meds that held street value were missing, and all the ‘junk’ was returned!  Was I MAD!!  I phoned them, and told them that all of my daughter’s meds were missing, and that she had none, and I had no money to replace them.  “Too bad”, was their reply.  They had disposed of them, and that was the end of that.  Personally, I think that they sold them, or were keeping them for resale!

Now the panic was setting in!  I called the pharmacy to see if she had a refill, and it was able to be released to me.  Yeah!  Good news…

Can it be transferred to a local pharmacy closer to my location?  No, was the answer!  DAMN!!  Back in the car for another huge drive… all because of the idiots at the shelter!

August 22 - The Best Part of Me

The best part of my life, and the only part that is left of the former, comes in on the airplane today!  I love her so!!  At least I now have somewhere to take her, which was not the case 12 hours ago!!  It was one of the more stressful parts of my existance, but at least it is done.  Finally, someone believes about the imminent danger that we are in, and wants to help, for which I am eternally grateful.

My worker, from the 'shelter from hell' contacted someone, and FINALLY I have been taken in, DISPITE the fact that I do NOT have a drug or alcohol addiction.  Can you believe it?!

I was turned down by two different shelters because I do NOT have a problem with either!  I did not know what to say!  I wonder what the FED's would think of the fact that the drug addicts are embraced, and the tax payers are left in the ditch.  There is just something SO wrong with the system!!  It is not like this situation is of my making!  The Federal Government allowed this bastard into the country, and I am paying for that fact!!  I have a massive problem with this...but what do I know?  What do you think?  Personally, I think that they should be held liable for it...but again, what do I know? But back to the good news...well, kind of...

My baby daughter, who is not really a baby, but I still think of her that way, is flying in, and I have a shelter to take her to for 21 days...for which I am grateful.  At that point, they get to decide as to what to do with us...as our lives, primarily mine, are still in jeopardy.  I have to confess though, that the police have done a very good job of investigating my attacker, and in spite of the fact that they have had him in custody since February of this year, they are taking it very seriously. All of the bolts and screws in my "rack and pinion steering" (SP?) on my truck was loosened; And they are accepting the fact that this was a deliberate attempt on my life.

I get to see my husband again today...who was supposed to file our custody documents in early August of LAST year, and they are still not filed a year later!   I will bite my tongue 'til it bleeds, if that is what it takes, to not let him know that I KNOW!!  Talk about difficult!  Our custody order states that I have sole custody, and in return, he makes no payments for child support; Because the documents are NOT FILED, he still has joint custody, AND he still makes no child support payments!  According to the courts, this is because he has not paid his lawyer...and at the rate that he is paying the lawyer, my husband will have paid this debt by the time that my 7 year old daughter is 65! And this seems to be OK...

But today, I will have my angel in my arms where she should be, and the place where she is most used to being.  I am SO happy!!  At least I still have her.  What are the BMW's, the houses, the bank accounts, etc, if you lose the thing that is the most precious....your family?