11 December 2013 - A
diary entry for my blog.
There are pictures above, with faces; 3 smiling women, and 1 sad and being comforted, and me, a male just awaiting a call to help some
injured person.
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
un-planned-for situation.
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.
She came back a few months later with a Lady Lawyer and
evicted me, from the Home on July 31, 2009; One she engaged for the purpose of getting my property and money.
The property, I bought in 1969 and finished building in 1972.
I finished
paying the mortgage in 1999.
2013, in June 9, the
divorce judgement,
was some-how granted.
I say "some-how." Service Canada is still investigating a problem of identity
disorder.
I crossed over [1969] from being a manufacturer to
intellectual writing. My overall income was much more than we needed. We lived
'high' one might say.
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.
Our Marriage Contract made that very clear.
The French Canadian Catholic tended to be a Matriarchal family, structure.
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.
I had just sold the last of my manufacturing businesses
[Construction Industry]
The inventory of knowledge I used to think and create was
built up during my earlier years, from 1952. It's value is priceless. And while in storage there were no taxes to pay. The storage area was in my own property.
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 began creating, intellectual "Know-how and Do-it
articles and skills." for use in big organizations.
I learned some lessons at IBM.
I earned my living in this specialized manner.
The old term, [not useful now] is he is a jack of all trades and even more,
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.
[2008-9]
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 didn't think I was creative at all. She thought I
just made explanations about everything too complicated. The truth is, I only knew the latest technologies used in many industries and was instant talent for a very select market, that knew me well." They knew just how good my ideas were and my ability to make them happen.
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.
I was a well known expert in the Illuminating Engineering
Society and industry at that time. Today I'm a member of the Universal Craftsman Council of
Engineers Inc.
My list of projects is something to see, especially for my grand children.
I knew that thinking and creating is more fun and we are
free from the corruption in the trades and the very limited scope of work; boring.
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.
[July 31, 2009.]
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.
The first winter away from Home, I slept in my car in
Ottawa. 2009-10.
I used my shallow income for gasoline to keep the car warm and the balance to
eat, at Tim Horton's.
My savings and wealth were invested in my property and belongings.
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.
In the region of Ottawa, the Capital of Canada;
one night, the low was minus 19 centigrade, and I had lost
contact with everyone.
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.
It is now December 11, 2013 and... close to the ending of the
investigation of what went wrong,
[a complex set of social-interactions,] and we find it is necessary to continue.
This so-called Divorce is a Crime.
I feel great.... being able to say, I'm a victim of endless
torture by our Canadian System in the Family Courts with their "special rules
and regulations."
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.
If not, we will continue to suffer the pains
of isolation and loneliness and intrusive thoughts of being tortured and we
will be silenced, living in a cell like environment - zombies! Men today, fear
relationships and even marriage.
This set of symptoms for this kind of torture has been given
the name of
'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.
donwesley1933@live.com
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