About a week ago, I noticed all the icon’s on my desktop and shifted around. I’d done nothing that would do that although I had done a disk frag. I figured at the time, it’d done something. Now, I’m not too sure.
The sad thing for me is the fact this thought even crosses my mind. Today I discovered my photos, my writing, and my ebooks are all gone. When I got this computer, I transferred all those things from my previous computer, I always do. Once I saw everything successfully transferred/copied, I deleted the old files. These three subjects are very important to me. They practically define me. I had them on this computer. Now they’re gone.
I think my husband somehow got into my computer and removed them. They weren’t in my bin. They aren’t on the computer. He has stalked my computer before, using a dongle. *checks* No, no dongle today. But there are other ways for him to get in. I thought I’d closed off this computer from the family network, but he’s much more computer savvy than I am. Next, I’ll try a master password, or password protecting the log in.
I think I’ve mentioned how he tricked me into giving away my paper books. And how he tried to trick me into giving away my DVDs. Variations on the things I love. He is destroying the things I love, with the added flair of having me do it to myself. Only this time I think, he did it.
I’m also suspecting he’s reading this. If so, I think now would be a good time to mention I have things scattered all over the place. I can not be silenced from the grave, as it were.
He’s out right now. I tried calling him to see if he has any old thumb drive that would have my old stuff. He’d give them to me if he does as he’s still pretending to be a good guy. He’s not returned my call. He’d said he’d be gone for hours so it’ll be a while before I know if they are gone forever.
It will not be the first time I’ve lost everything I’ve loved. Sure, it hurts, some more than others. At the moment I have shimmering eyes and shaking hands. He will never see this, I refuse to let him see this. He would fap off over it for months.
Killing me, that’s old school. Men kill women all the time and half the time is a current or x-partner. You’d think just killing would be enough. IF he’s done this, it’s sole purpose is to wound me where the bleeding doesn’t show.
Something else occurs to me just as I’m about to publish this. A couple of days ago, he got some mega-ram in the mail. He refused to say why he got it, just wanted to upgrade (by double) his current ram. He was very defensive about it. The thought flittered across my mind that he couldn’t control 2 computers with what he had, his and mine. Now that thought has taken root and become a little more probable.
Silent Scream 