Today I received my reply from the Calgary City Police and I also phoned their non-emergency number to get a little advice. After talking to them it seems that since I don't have the receipts for the golf clubs I can't prove they are mine and it becomes a civil matter to be handled in small claims court. I know that isn't an option. What I really wanted to know that it was theft, plain and simple. But it is more complicated than that and I've learned another lesson about life. There are a lot of holes in the system and it opens you up to get screwed every single time. Ouch.
I'm not without a second course of action though. I did some snooping around on the internet and Facebook and I have the name of the person that has my golf clubs. Her name is Erin Henderson. She's a nurse at the Foothills Hospital. I have her email and local. It's a little empowering to know what I know. Today I drafted up a letter letting her know the history of the events leading up to her being in possession of my clubs. I'm deciding when and if to send the email. I'm waiting for my chance. I won't be hasty ...
Things here at home have been awful to say the least. Jon, the fucktard, continues as if nothing is the matter. He talked to my mom on Skype the other night in such a chipper tone that I would have liked to bash the back of his head in. But I didn't. What I did do is email my mom afterwards to let her know why I was a little down and quiet. I told her everything and I didn't leave a single thing out.
The more I think about all of this the more I know I will not be with Jonathan. My five year plan has been re-vamped into my 5 year escape plan. I know I will have to suffer more humiliation in the process but I'm not going to be quiet about this ... everyone will know why I am leaving ... starting last Thursday. I've told everyone. I'm not hiding the fact he is a disrespectful ass hole. I know I deserve better.
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