Life After Severe Trauma in Dinosaur, Colorado

It's been more than a year since I've posted a blog. My previous blog, https://www.justexhale.org/post/nightmare-dinosaur-colorado-81610 nearly led me to living in my car.

After being illegally evicted in early September, 2023, with none of the promised help from local "advocates" at all, I was absolutely numb. My emotional support dog of eight years was killed and the corrupt small-town marshal orchestrated it all. Advocates promised me volunteers from Craig to come and help me move and assistance with finding new housing. This is all they said at the end and never responded to me begging for that help. Cold Heart Advocates should be their name.

My husband and I survived a roach motel for a couple of weeks until we could take out an auto title loan and get an RV that was acceptable to live in and eventually got a really nice travel trailer. I've never been evicted before.

This experience in Dinosaur, Colorado, was above and beyond evil. I was victimized because of my landlord renting to meth dealers next door with an uncontrolled pit bull terrier with no separation in our entryways. My most beloved was torn apart like a ragdoll with the meth-man cheering his dog on to "finish my dog off." Well, eventually that dog from hell did just that.

The meth dealer freak's eighteen-year-old daughter stood on their porch [in photo below] and watched, emotionless. We are talking Manson's. And that girl is so abused to evil, and she is just starting in life. I mean serious abuse.

God only knows what direction her life takes her, but I hope she doesn't hurt others like the rest of them.

Joint entry between My Pillow Guys' two rental properties. There is no fence in between.

This is the type of evil thinking that is not only learned, but praised by a step-father with a "I don't give a fuck about your feelings" t-shirt.

Front view of the 2 rental houses with mine on the left.

I will never be the same. I'm a survivor of human trafficking since 2019. It's been more than hell. These people were so evil and terrifying, they almost put my personal hell from that experience to shame.

I was evicted in 2 days, even though I'm disabled. Typically, disabled folks are allowed 2-3 weeks before they have to hit the street. BUT, Colorado Governor, Jarid Polis signed an ammendment to that law saying that a landlord of fewer than five rentals are exempt from that. I'm sure that came from a golf course meeting.

I LOST EVERY THING, from our beds to the fridge magnets. Everything.

My landlord that I refer to as "My Pillow Guy" and the county marshal kept the ammendment info secret until the day before they showed up with six officers and my landlord packing a gloc to get me out. I've never raised my voice to these people. I've never used profanity with ANY of them.

I did however leave a bunch of really annoying stickers all over the house and windows. And a douche bag in the bathroom medicing cabinet. Yes, I did that.

Now, it's been almost three years. I've never been arrested in my life. I don't freak out. I have too much self respect to be that way, plus I've never been that way.

My childhood was terribly abusive and I keep to myself. I didn't ask for any of this. I never complained about these people because they were terrifying. Like I said, I made friends for a reason.

The marshal-realtor and My Pillow guy used my name to evict these monsters and turned them on me. We were friends before that. Nobody would prove it though. It turns out there was a parking zoning issue with their rental because they had a lot of traffick and random cars were parked there all the time. Because they were METH dealers with a tattoo shop story.

There was a town hall meeting about the parking ordinances and other agenda items on August 22, 2023.

These Meth dealers tried to start a business a few doors down in what I believe is a manufactured house a few doors down. To my knowledge they attempted a buisness deal with a mixed-use property request. The property was just zoned residential. They had no money and no credit. THIS was why I was the scapegoat. The marshal and My Pillow Guy were afraid to tell these people to move out themselves, so they blamed me. On August 22, 2023, that town hall happened. I saw it the next few weeks after my dog was killed because I knew the Meth dealers, My Pillow Guy and Marshal Elarton must be in kahoots. They were. I saw them present and get turned down. The agenda, minutes and video that was there is no longer there. If there are skeptics to that, they meet on most Tuesday's. The agenda's are typically 4 pages long. The meeting on the prior Tuesday was one page. I would think they had more to catch up on the week of the 22nd. It's gone. Like it never happened.

After my dog was killed in front of me and I saw him at the vet's office, https://www.craigveterinaryhospital.com/ He [Opie] was prickly and bloated, I felt suicidal.

I couldn't take it.

I told law enforcement, because it was ultimately the vet's fault that he died, that I needed to go to a mental health facility, pronto.

They took me to the local hospital from hell in a small hick town. They put me in a room, knowing I was a suicide risk, with full equipment. I'm actually never going to do that to my kids, no matter how bad it gets. My mother committed suicide in 2012 and I will never do that to my children. But they didn't know that. So, while I was waiting, I took one of the many cords in the room and wrapped it around my neck [loosely] to prove a point. They left me in that room for a good 20 minutes without checking on me. Of course, they noted my file as being a bit psycho. Whatever, jerks. The point is you don't leave a suicidal person with dangers like that if you are a hospital, EVER. But they don't care. They didn't agree that that was a dangerous misrtake on their part, either.

In the attack, my prescription glasses were broken. The psycho landlord came in my rented house in July. It wasn't August until I cancelled my rent check, so it was officially rented premesis that the landlord doesn't have access to by law. When I was at the mental health facility this pathetic man entered my house, helped himself to a bottle of water and mowed the back yard.

The judge said that since I didn't have a video of this, it basically didn't happen. There is a rampant lawn-mowing bandit in the Town of Dinosaur, apparently.

The landlord who I refer to as "My Pillow Guy" pounded on my front door like a full psycho, then left nails in the garage behind my car's tires which popped one of my tires. He nearly broke the door down. I was terrified.

The town marshal insisted on a letter from the horrific vet, detailing that there was an attack to take any action on the attack. The vet office demanded $630 to release his ashes and hung up on me. I've begged them for his ashes and they won't respond to me.

Someone in the Dinosaur, CO Facebook chat group responded to my last blog on this, about two years ago. This person said this is basically my fault because I didn't pay rent. I actually cancelled my rent check after my dog was killed by another renter of his because he was too lazy to put in a separate entrance. Those renters dog was under zero control and terrified us all the time. I refused to pay this reckless monster another penny.

Rent was $700. MY LIFE, destroyed over $700. This was apparently how badly My Pillow Guy could not cash flow. Such a tough guy terrorizing a quiet, nice, single disabled mother with a damned Glock.

These freaks live happily in Vernal, Utah and have a deadly dog that likely will take out a small child.

This is life, but I'm moving on.

I know God will take care of these heathens. As well as the greedy marshal who runs [or ran] a real estate office from his town hall desk. And I sleep fine at night.

Life after this is getting good.

I'll never get over my dog's death. Never. I will always blame myself for trying to take him for a walk.

Meet my second rescue dog, Moby. I ended up driving 1,200 miles for him because every shelter for miles only had Pitbull Terriers, of all dogs.

I've missed two years of my son's LIFE because I was forced out of Colorado after 30 years. That is just unspeakable. And corrupt Marshal Larry Elarton will get his, eventually.

I'll never get that time back with my son. But at the end of the day, my fight to get back to him worked out this summer. He is old enough to understand what really happened.

I rented from Raven Realty in Rangely prior to moving to DInosaur for almost two years. I was a good tennant and left the place cleaner than when I moved in. Their "2-3 day application" for a property I wanted to rent on White Street lasted for weeks. They ignored me and never responded because they know refusing housing to the disabled is illegal. The owner of Raven Realty is buddies with My Pillow Guy and likely has strong ties to local government being a prominent realtor.

I've forgiven all of these people because I am a Christian.

Life is good, my three childrenare doing well and love me. My husband and I are stronger than ever and I'm now in San Diego wisiting my first son, his wife and a brand new grandbaby.

Evil will parish in the end.