June 7, 2025.
Four days earlier, I had asked for protection and was told I’d “never” get it because he was just “being a jerk.”
That same day, he obtained a TRO against me.
I was angry then.
By June 7, I was terrified.
My home security system was accessed. My cameras, passwords, and accounts were compromised. Every time I regained control, I lost it again. The walls of my home no longer felt like protection.
People often hear words like “hacking” and imagine inconvenience.
What I experienced was fear.
The kind of fear that makes you realize your home is no longer safe.
The kind of fear that makes you grab your children and leave.
So we did.
We fled to my mother’s house.
Then we fled again to a hotel.
While there, my location was exposed online to tens of thousands of people. More importantly, it meant someone knew exactly where I was.
I remember the feeling more than anything else.
Not anger.
Not outrage.
The sick realization that I was on my own. There was no Calvary. If I was going to get through it, I had to understand it first. And I was stunned by the ferocity, the all consuming nature of it, and the complete lack of urgency or concern from authorities.
And, two days later, things would escalate even further.
But June 7 was the day I understood that nobody was coming. It was the day I knew I was on my own.
One year later, I am still here.
Stay tuned.
