I was very worried when I saw these pictures; I didn't take them. I was waiting to discuss with her, the hurt my sweetheart Denise, was experiencing.
She fights and never gives up. Winning is an obsession with her. I would ask why are you doing this "to hurt me"? Yes she would admit with a childlike emotional expression.
Now she has a reason to stop.
One can now say I'm asking her the same question, hoping she will stop. And give me a break. It has been five years in a cell for me.
She is a brilliant charming women like Jodi Arias.
I don't want to see me being killed by her hands, holding a knife or a gun and see her found and tried and found guilty for first degree murder.
This is however what Dr, Lundell predicted she would do.
She was prone to self injury at times.
I never wanted to see a "Divorce" in anyone's family, especially ours.
Denise just up and left me alone - Christmas Eve 2008.
She sent me an email, hours later, saying she wouldn't be back, ever!
I was shocked... to find myself in this
What had/is been going on?
Has she committed suicide?
And even most shocking... was that no family member was answering their telephones. Everyone had time to return from the Church Choir singing.
I finished paying the mortgage in 1999.
was some-how granted.
I say "some-how." Service Canada is still investigating a problem of identity disorder.
I had thought my life would be over by 67, like my father. I wanted my children to see the best side of life, before I passed on.
I even paid for an income insurance for her.
That plus my wealth would make her a rich older lady. She was also to inherit her parents property
And she was also working adding income for the family. We Denise and I now, being the only family at home in a luxury living condition.
She mentioned one day before she left somewhat surprised that we were that wealthy.
She is "pound foolish and penny wise" as were many women who were taught home economics for the farming life.
We were both highly sensitive and very serious
about the way we lived and in deciding what was best for the three boys we cared about.
They would inherit all when we passed on.
"One problem we had not taken as very serious is,
Was the home matriarchal or patriarchal?
We were married in a Christian church, under the laws of God.
The English Protestant family was predominately a Patriarchal structure.What I expected, as the 'only' husband, was seemingly well understood.
When the children became teenagers and the Province took control of all education by law, things changed 'direction' and slowed down the speed.
The slow changes, are nothing to be afraid of they said. Well, it became the daily story in the news for years.
Denise consulted with the local priest about how I managed my lessons of moral behaviour for the children.
My thoughts were "He the Priest was becoming her Husband.
Denise pushed the issue aside with a laugh.
For me this wasn't a laughing matter.
Then individual families we were pushed aside by violent demonstration. The News hid what was the slowing changing.
I wasn't a social scientist. My strengths were the logic of mathematics, physics and literature.
This big social issue of what language should we speak, began to use up my time creating intellectual knowledge for sale." Don Wesley (2013)
My income wasn't however, a weekly income pay check. I shared my bank accounts with Denise.
It was part of our marriage contract, that there was "not" to be a dowry.
If she or my son's were to sell this inventory, they could easily it was worth nothing. This is exactly what happened.
I was therefore a 36 year old man with one excellent Mother and Wife, in 1969. I proved and made an excellent income and to be a very useful lover.
I learned some lessons at IBM.
I earned my living in this specialized manner.
I did this in the property they evicted me from. I also worked on site to manage needed changes in organizations, so they could survive. My income came in when I billed my clients.
Her lawyer [women's movement warrior] came up with the well known idea of creating tiny stories of lies; "I was mentally and physically feeble; suggesting, I was going downhill fast."
Suddenly Denise came up with another little way of thinking. "It was too much of a burden for her to bear, given the stress." She found lots of support for saying “Don needs to be warehoused in a publically paid for Dementia Home.”
Now, just this year 2013,
we have learned that “believing that stress is good for us, makes us more healthy.”
I did injure my spinal column a bit by overplaying Racket Ball on hardwoods floors enclosed by walls. The pain was so bad I complained for almost a year.
Then I had a gall bladder attack and then shingles.
It was two years of misery for me. Then it was over. These kinds of medical problems are nothing unusual, for men in their 50's and 60's. Especially active men.
Denise was now working and having fun, with three of the women she was working with, who told her, how great it was to divorce and get richer. These original women's movement types, had warrior like attitudes.
I'm 80 now, and healthy and have survived, and living thru the most agonizing situations; moving and moving from one base-camp to another.
Denise, felt and expressed with a tone of annoyance, that I should be working in a craftsmen's trade; like plumber, electrician or engineer; even at Mac-Donald's. She had the money put aside to buy and pay for some food to feed ourselves. She had free housing all her life with me. We were a team of lovers having fun and enjoying all its gifts from heaven. That was our dream; the dream that all young couples have. What happened, is my ongoing investigation for humanity. It is not knew but it creates fascinating stories.
When I had an important project, to embed technology and manage the changes being done in an organization, that was something that could be "seen" and she was very happy to say
“This is my Husband.” Ride on her husbands reputation. To say I was a simple husband playing on his computer all night, was an opportunity to demean.
My list of projects is something to see, especially for my grand children.
It is more fun to be creative, while still doing a great professional job of mothering and fathering.
We were married on April 11, 1964, and we moved into a home I already had, with my first adopted son Christopher. Denise and I enjoyed the wonder of seeing two more boys born. When the children were teens, the state took over their education. Denise then became a wife who worked for the fun of it. She has been working for the same company of fun for 25 years when she left me.
From Home to Homelessness in less than 20 minutes. A bailiff and three police made it happen.
I left with clothes on my back... period.
I used my shallow income for gasoline to keep the car warm and the balance to eat, at Tim Horton's.
I had just put into Denise’s hands, a Line-of-Credit, secured by my wealth.
Only the interest pay, no capital. In addition to other cash she tucked away, with the new credit cards gave her a limit of over One Hundred Thousand. And the interest to pay was the very lowest.
Believe me, when I say that I prayed, hour by hour and twenty-four hours a day.
If I didn't awaken to stop the engine, the money for Tim's would be insufficient for a hot coffee and a bun. Life has no fun in it for me.
[a complex set of social-interactions,] and we find it is necessary to continue.
Torture it seems is a word used to describe what a Country does to a person.
Well I'm one of millions of men in the very same situation.
We allow ‘man-made’ injuries to happen and ruin the proper upbringing of children.
Upsetting family life, and making it seem we can rid ourselves of marriages as dust, out in the wind.
Remember "changing direction and slowing things down and creating noisy confusion is a Marxist lesson."
Without the real hope of what the non-violent Christians believe, then what is left is the non-theistic belief system. “That is the way life is” they say. “Shut up and suck it up and move on.”
Well let us be heroic and take up marriage as a profession and receive the gifts that go with it.
'Legal Abuse Syndrome." ... This is a subset of PTSD. It begins the minute the lawyers lie and get away with lying.
They will even pay a woman to complain and say in writing, she needs a divorce.