Chapter 8

Previous chapters can be found here.

I may have not agreed with the DVO but I wasn’t going to risk breaking it. I made no contact and went nowhere near REDACTED.

Not even a few days after it was put into place REDACTED sends me a text saying “Tygftfg cry fvcv ffgfttfxdrdf drgdeyrd”

A trap? A cry for help? Regret over the DVO? I don’t know.

5 weeks later the threats start.

I get two screenshots from her:

Followed by an accusation:

“How long are you going to keep this up? Hacking into my phone? I will report this.”

I felt panicked. I had done absolutely nothing wrong but I felt an accusation like this could land me in cuffs. I felt I had to respond

“I don’t even know if I’m allowed to reply here, but I’ll send one message to answer your question. REDACTED, I swear to god and on everything that I did not do anything. Idk what is in those screenshots, but I didn’t hack your iPhone. I have been on my absolute best behavior since court and doing everything right. Talk to anyone in my life about how I’ve been since court. I wouldn’t jeopardize my freedom or time with him to hack into your phone.

Like I said, I don’t even know if I’m allowed to even send this, but it’s not something I want you stressing out over.”

I tell REDACTED to contact Apple. I had done nothing wrong and I had an iPhone 13 not an 11 as shown in the screenshots. Then she says this:

“I’m going to have to go to the courthouse and contact the police because it clearly says, Chris’s IPhone was logged into my sisters Apple ID when she last came to my house. I’m not sure what time with him you are referring too. I’ve been doing everything right preparing for birth and postpartum for the last 31 weeks. I want you to stop.”

She says she’s not sure “what time with him I’m referring to” talking about our son. Implying I’d never see him.

She further accuses me of hacking into her WiFi and sister’s phone. it was all unhinged but enough to stress me out.

A few more months go by. I get a text July 1st at 2am saying she was going to have the C-section early.

I ask her if she wanted me there or not. I wasn’t going there without an invitation as me just being there could land me in serious hot water.

I called the hospital trying to get an answer as to whether I was welcome or not. I got the runaround and was told I needed to call her. I call her and I’m told I can’t be there. So I miss his birth.

Five days later I receive more accusations accompanied with threats:

Once again, not a clue what she is talking about. I didn’t reply. I did, however, find that a scorned fling from Drake’s had been messaging her which may have triggered this.

Intermittent communication began between the two of us. It was rocky but I wanted to help as much as I could and I desperately wanted to see my son.

I finally got to meet him when he was 2 months old.

We talked quite a bit afterwards. Mostly about child support and what she needed. I tried to send money regularly. I brought up paternity and a child support agreement and kept getting shut down.

About a week after, she removed me from the instagram she was posting pictures of him and ghosted me.

Two weeks later I get a flurry of texts saying we needed to talk and it was important.

Her attitude towards me was inconsistent to say the least and her triggering the DVO getting me incarcerated wasn’t a risk I wanted to take.

She says her daughter’s father is molesting their daughter. To this day, no evidence of this has ever been seen by anyone.

She called me a deadbeat because I wouldn’t speak to her so I sent the following text:

“REDACTED,

I am not able to contact you because of what the courts have set up when you made that DVO come into place.

I was willing to bypass this at the expense of my personal freedom in order to meet my son.

I thought things were going fine. The night we had together with Apollo I can only describe as magical.

Then you just told me you weren’t interested when I sent my new schedule.

I told you I’d send money if I have it. I don’t have it.

I have a line on a new job, 40 hours at 22/hr. In the phone call they specifically asked if I’ve ever had an EPO or restraining order and I lied hoping it doesn’t show up on my background check.

If it does, I’m not getting the job. And if it does, this means I’m going to have a hard time getting a job the rest of my life.

That DVO has no business being in my background. I have never posed a threat to you or your children. I would never harm any of you.

My life is being ruined by this. Your constant push and pull is why I’m not contacting you. You have the full power to throw me in jail. I don’t know what you’ll do.

You removed me from his instagram and I have no idea why. You’re all over the place.

If I can’t get this job or any job because of the EPO/DVO idk what I’ll do and how I’ll be able to provide any sort of support.

I have to go to Owensboro Wednesday, clean shaven, just hoping they don’t see the DVO on my record.

The DVO was such an overreaction. They granted it on 2 grounds; that I was feeling suicidal(because I never thought I’d get to see my son) and because I went to check on you that one night. I got to thinking about the context of that night, it was the night I was at my moms and you were running around the apartment complex screaming my name and I had my sister and her bf to get you and get you to go home. I hadn’t heard from you for hours after that and I was genuinely concerned, I wanted to make sure you were alive and breathing, going into a home I was on the lease for and had a key to.

Also, emphasizing the amount of emails I sent. It was a back and forth. We were having a conversation.

If it was me sending 100 texts in a month, no one would bat an eye, but because it was 100 emails (not unanswered mind you) I’m the creep.

Also I’ve asked multiple times to establish paternity and you’ve seem unwilling to.

I’m not chancing being in contact with you again.

Drop the DVO, establish paternity and then we can talk.”

This didn’t stop her from sending me several unanswered texts consistently and calling me consecutively upwards of 20 to 50 times. The highest being over 100. Irony not lost on anyone.

I counted the number of calls I received from her during a period of time:

Things got really bad for my mental health and I did something I hadn’t done in 10 years. I was at rock bottom and the stress I was being put through was too much.

I made the decision to go to the psych ward.