in the week that i was invaded in the bedroom, i suffered a great deal of trauma, over $10,000 in financial losses and six pounds of weight, and i tried everything i could to do, calling the police, all kinds of complaints, online exposure, contacting the media, preparing for litigation. i was determined and indomitable. i vowed to make them pay the price, not to settle it.
but now that it’s over, for more than 20 days, i haven’t got an apology or a mistake.
i’ve been thinking, with so much energy and money, for so long, what do i want?
is it for a breath? i’ve already put it down. is that an apology? actually, i don’t have to. is it financial? i don’t need that.
now i know the answer. i want the confidence to stay here.
the fact that law enforcement likes and is muddy, the lack of legal awareness among the population and the lack of basic respect between people is the root cause of this, and that these problems are simply not solved in the short term and that similar things will only happen.
i lost that confidence. they were right. the world was like this.
this is my last fight with the world. i’ll probably go to england next year. see you later.
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