she DID go and perjury herself to the magistrate and did an eco, i got out two hours later. then, one to two nights later, i had her eco'd. emer custody order. it was for her protection.

she got mad and put yet another PO protective order on me.

the first one she put on me, forced me out, i walked 8 miles in the ice in hard dress shoes to a friends house.

the second one, i walked 4 miles (this was the most recent two weeks ago or so... but, right after i left because the police was coming to serve me a paper that says, i can't be a hundred yards from her, she got a 3 day PO, so i went to richmond and stayed. for a week or so, during this week she wrote this tripe here on google groups / usenet (shiver)... saying, i abandoned? pfft! it was a po. they only gave her 3 days. and, true enough we needed to cool off.



On Tuesday, January 28, 2014 8:57:37 PM UTC-8, barry wrote:
So. My wife and I goto fl. Hollyyyywooodddd... we was going to get the free stuff off of craigslist and put it on the sell side of craigslist. I've done it enumerable times, it works great. demographically, it's on spot. We get there, all is well, we fill a storage 10x20 with pretty nice, easily resellable furniture. Within a few days, my wife took up with another, and suddenly became someone I had never known.



so, I said, I am going back home to the farm. literally. a horse farm, where we lived. It was a tremendous joy, when working with the thoroughbreds.



I have a theory, as to what happened. let me clear my throke.



so. anyway, she didn't want to leave the state with me and go back home.

so. I say, im leaving and walk away, and im gone all night, and gone most of the next day. I was out walking, around fr lauderdale, hollywood, wherever.

I had forgot my phone, so, don't take a phone for granted, keep it with you.

When you are broken hearted, you really don't know which way to walk.



I came back to where she was the next evening. or so. and, still, she didn't want to leave. I left again, but this time for real. I wanted her to get in the truck and leave with me, and leave those bad people alone. She wouldn't.



The man she took up with, I met him at a flea market, I gave him a ride into the city, that was a huge mistake. My wife didn't want me to throw him out of the truck. in hollywood, you can get thrown in jail every day of the year for something. so i wasn't up for any public arguments.



that next day, it still didn't work, I could not entice her to leave, even with the prospect of me really leaving this time.



She says, i was out gaying and toking on cracking and etc, but that's not true.

I was just walking. no food, no shelter, etc. just walking. My feet was hurting. it's basically a "lap" from dt ft laud. / past the port everglades, and back around. better than sitting somewhere --as the police would surely stop and question me. My id was still with my wife. I really was leaving and really going home, but I couldn't leave her there. it seemed so easy to go back and say, lets go! hey lets go! Let's Go!



But she liked the night life baby.



I left her there, again, because, I was either going to kill the man she was sitting beside on the walk, or I was going to jail for fighting in public, OR as one drug dealer explained to my big dumb ass, BARRY they will kill you! You don't know! and, by then, I had walked for two days now, night and day. though I did sleep for 1/2 hour here, and an hour there, behind large strip mall signs. Not to be seen by the police that way. but, still, there's alligators down there. and large snakes, it wasn't easy to close my eyes, and, it was just enough to stay on my feet. Jesus.



So, through a series of events, I began to think, (given all the accusations my wife was making.... gay... crack.. paaarrrttaaaayinggg..... no no... i was heart broken. You really don't know which way to walk, you don't know what to think, it's just a soul shock at first /// then the torrents began.