Christmas 2025

One of the worst years of holidays for me. They are all anxiety inducing but so years are worse.

Last year the violent man and his violent minions were on a rampage. I know he was determined to get me out of my home before he put it up for rent.

They had spent years prior harassing, bullying, and abusing me and the animals. They would be here at any and all hours to cause as much harm and stress as possible. They killed and injured multiple cats and wildlife.

But starting around October it started to accelerate. It was already shocking how so many men lacked any limit to the level of violence they are willing to commit. All for an ugly house in a low income neighborhood and a creepy old man.

It was clear I was in danger. That was when I first started posting everything online. Pictures of damage and the cats killed, detailed accounts of the violence and harassment, and pleas for help from anyone in Cleveland Heights. I had already started writing to the city, county, and state.

They did find out it was all online. The harassment and violence eased up some, but never completely.

The threat of violence to me and the animals here will never be gone as long as the violent man owns that place. He is deranged. Probably some level of narcissist 🤷‍♀️

My ‘family’ had never been there to protect me or help me. Not even as a child. I was injured and harmed so often as a child because of their criminal neglect.

For some reason I still went to them looking for help. Last year was the when someone in the Conley family should have stepped up for me. Someone should have decided that I am family and need and deserve support in hard times. But these people didn’t even think of checking on me after my mom died.

So no, not one person in that shallow, dysfunctional family even answered my pleas.

Holidays have always been tough to get through already. But those years when they prove so viciously that I was never a part of their family are especially traumatic. Along with the violence from that strange man I was worried my body might give out if the violent man didn’t snap and kill me.

These were very real possibilities. And it was scary.

Still my day to day responsibilities were too important. I think my love for the animals saved me.

They feel everything! So I’d breathe. I’d sit and force myself to focus on where the stress was hanging out in my body. Some days I’d would just swear at the tenseness and the looks I’d get from the dogs was too funny to ignore.

The cats outside would sense my stress the most. Lots of breathing focus! And I’d slow myself down around them. Anything to protect the animals❤️❤️

They are worth everything. I owe them for keeping me going through all of it.

We are so lucky to have them. Anyone who doesn’t understand that is truly lost.

The Conleys are a terrible family. I know that. I’ve suffered because of it. I’ll never forgive any of them. But it’s still hurts to go through those reminders that I was never loved or accepted.

Stupid holidays. I hate the whole thing