I've learned this as a survivor;

I am a survivor of human trafficking. There is an assumed stigma of what a human trafficking "victim" looks like.

When I say "looks like" I get it. I would look at me sideways too.

I think many would expect an uneducated, non-English speaking person that appears disheveled, confused and desparate. That sentence makes me cringe because of the stereotype. Maybe Hollywood is to balme.

Regardless, this very stereotype has prevented me from my son for more than three years. And he, I.

Because 'they' don't believe that someone {like me} is any more than a finger-pointer to blame everyone else for {my} problems. The ease of this master coercionist's sociopthic ploys are clearly something I'm far too smart for, right? I have broken down how this wealthy man has plotted my demise, thoroughly, should I ever try and LEAVE.

It fits the description of human trafficking in every way on the list possible. Here, and throughout this site.

https://www.justexhale.org/colorado-breaks-federal-act

Four years of surviving a brutal loss of my life, which existed for my parenting time with my (now teenage) son. My dignity. Everything I owned, my credit, my reputation and debilitating PTSD, I'm now needing to defend myself and my credibility as a survivor. No matter what I say with regards to malignant narcissistic abuse and gaslighting, this is still my fault in many peoples eyes. Particularly and sadly, my only remainimg FAMILY thinks so too.

Four years of fruitless efforts to gain basic human services have been nothing but becoming a victim of victim services.

Empty, empathy filled promises of help and hope - to then being ignored ruthlessly with no reason and no answers from anyone that made promises in the first place! I've even BEGGED! This is shelter, food and warm clothes!

The first three years, beginning in 2019, I'd been surviving without putting the crumbs of corruption together at all. Not until I finally found housing for myself.

Why would I be so vain to think this was just happening to me in our notoriously inhumane "human services" system?

I survived anyway. Thanks to merciful human beings at two local Christian establishments. And my grown children who have been BOTH financially and emotionally supportive.

I have rethought my lifelong excuses for not having a relationship with God.

Once I was able to take a deep breath, I began to put the pieces together about how this is more than an inhumane tease for survival. This IS good old-fashioned CORRUPTION.

I'm still fighting mainly women in power in Colorado.

I've proven the extreme likelihood that a current sitting judge accepted a bribe in 2019 by my captor so I could never escape him.

It worked. Because they ALL ensured it.

COLORADO'S Department of Civil Rights (twice) | Workforce Center | Human Trafficking Council | Center for Independent Living | Deartment of Justice | Denver D.A.'s Human Trafficking Unit | Food Stamp Office {Medicare, etc} | Governor Polis' office | ADPC | Mindsprings Health | Local police have, in some way supported the corruption, or laughed at the STIGMA of my consistent claim.

All I was trying to do is get funds to get back to my son in small claims court! I ended up literally dragged out of court for just trying to say a word. This judge then slapped me with $2k for my multimillionaire captor's legal fees.

I had known this man {my kidnapper} for 16 years at this point. He is 30 years older than me. He tried dating me years before but I couldn't handle the age difference. He is controlling. I knew that. He offered me a very reasonable (pushing just cheap) future. He put the concept of financial security for me into my head repeatedly and consistently, which by default meant my kids' security too. He convinced me that he was going to buy a membership for a shared-ride, private jet service so I could see my young son nearly anytime I wanted.

I'm no dummy. I've owned a mortgage brokerage and a fine-dining restaurant of 150 seats between 3 dining rooms in a ski in/out hotel in Steamboat Springs, CO. I've also been upper management to a parent company of nightly rental property managers, a hotel, many HOA's, a Real Estate office and a Commercial property manager. My title was Partnership Sales & Marketing Manager. On top of that title, I also crunched weekly sales numbers for 2 property management companies and the hotel. I crunched and analyzed these numbers while the company had 18 accountants on deck. Anyone could make the math work, but I was able to provide Y/O/Y by inventory and match to the penny every time under unreal time pressure. I overcame my fear of math and aced every possible form of math by high school.

https://www.justexhale.org/post/remedial-math

I'm not stupid, I was prey.

This man is a malignant narcissist. Zero empathy.

This man called me every single day to shower me with compliments. He was the only person I had besides my new neighbors that became friends.

Domenic Joseph Eula, my captor, isn't wealthy on his own accord. He was only a banker. He inherited his fortune from his famous uncle by the same last name.

Eula convinced me to move in with him and marry him. I agreed, based on his promises.

This man is a meticulous planner.

The day my kidnapper came to "save me" from my hopeless life, it was a surprise. This man knew I had just survived a mentally and physically violent marriage that left me with 4 broken ribs that my husband managed to convince everyone that I did to myself.

Even me, at first anyway.

I had ALSO recently survived a medically induced sobriety program that had me bedridden all winter. Then, come spring, I needed an emergency gallbladder removal. I barely survived nearly dying 13 times at the hand of a {female} general surgeon that sabotaged my crucial low-sodium diet-an order from my liver specialist, even though I begged her. https://www.justexhale.org/post/i-m-hanging-in-there

I was still unable to walk on my own and was sleeping on my bathroom floor next to the toilet. I could only crawl I was so sick and dehydrated from my sabotaged post-surgery diet.

Eula showed up after a 7 hour drive to get me and move me from my life. He is not a patient man.

I am only now remembering these details as new.

My life had been daily fight-or-flight for years since I was kidnapped. Through a lot of therapy, maintainning my sobriety, my husband's support, and GOD I am only now beginning to "unwind" mentally.

Eula convinced me to leave everything and let my friends/neighbors to sell it all and keep the proceeds for their family. At that time, this all seemed reasonable to me. I was concerned about skipping out on my apartment - something I would never do normally.

I went along with it. I was excited for a very deserved bright future. I was delerious when I saw my son for what I later found out was the LAST TIME for a very long time.

Now, looking back, I had an apartment full of new to me stuff and I was free of my monster (now ex) husband. I was able to see my boy every weekend, when I was well enough.

The worst part of material things left forever were my family photos, heirloom and precious kid-art by my 2 {now} grown children. My mother torturously showered me with really nice gifts for the year before she took her life. All of it is gone. My portfolio from college, original art. Amazing framed photos by a notable Steamboat photographer. It was summer then. I left all of my winter clothes, snow boots - things I still don't have in NW Colorado!

I was skin and bones this delirious day. The last day of my life, for YEARS.

Again, Domenic EULA is a planner - why show up in a rush when I am far too ill to think clearly? He had to help me out of my apartment! Why not have my things moved? Why not get a storage unit temporarily?

Why not wait until I was well?

If you look at my right foot you can see the I.V. mark with medical tape residue. They had to poke me up and down my arms so many times trying to save my life, I looked like a junkie.

Why abandon a leased apartment with NO notice?

Because Eula wanted to be sure I had nothing without him.

I don't know of anyone punished so cruelly for going on five years.

Would anyone wish that on anyone, in real life? {except for lawyers, politicians, and other professional liars}

I can accept the notion that I am passing blame. In my defense, I have been telling the same consistent truth since 2019. Once I got past the disbelief and the shame. So, YES, that is true. But finger-pointing has never been my mentality. I call this placing BLAME where BLAME is DUE.

This monster targeted 🎯 me and carefully planned all of this. The State of Colorado finished the job perfectly to destroy me because of a probable bribe and corruption throughout every branch of the Colorado state government.

A bribe that was likely not enough to be worth it.

But, once you're corrupt, you've got to continue lies and crimes against humanity to continue the cover up. Look at Alex Murdaugh. There is no difference in the ability to fool just about everyone. Intelligent people. People in a wealthy community.

People who are ashamed to have been fooled - for thirty-plus years.

How is this any different?

Because I was an easy, hopeless and -at that point - helpless target.

Likely just like Murdaugh's family.

Alex reduced them all to that-helpless for his selfish pride.

What I HAVE learned, and a note to the wise;

• Never become hospitalized alone or without someone you know checking in. NEVER. You are likely better off bleeding out, especially at a small town hospital. The ABUSE from the nurses {in only that situation} was astonishing.

• Trust your GUT - don't let your predator know you are vulneralble, ESPECIALLY when you are.

Don't allow "politeness" divert your attention from the two-headed-snake's plan. When Eula showed up early full of excitement I felt like it would almost be "rude" to not go.. This is very disturbing to me, in hindsight. WHY on earth would I let him take control? There are reasons, each adding up to past abuse. Part of my past abuse was mother teaching manners to the point of physically washing my mouth out with soap.

This is so cliche, and we've all heard it. We know this.

We, teens of the 80's, ALL remember the after-school-special.

It's a no-brainer. Something that only happens to the gullible and the daft.

WHO is stupid enough to fall for something so obvious to avoid?

A TARGET, that's who.

One that has earned their own custom gasslighting. A TRAP that a sociopath planned with precision. A TRAP planned with continuing pure EVIL.

• Someone you know, in a social and/or professional {but casual} way. Pay attention to showers of sincere compliments and bragging. Casual conversations that seem to revolve around '20 questions' on your likes, dislikes. This is where they determine your standards or boundaries. That is only the starting point from where your expectations will ultimately spiral downward. If you are not careful, you'll end up begging for just the bottom of the bucket.

NONE of this is easy for me to admit.