The Plate of Fate

This is just a saucer from Goodwill. I love to thrift shop. The smallest thing can brighten my day.

This purchase was nominal but it brought on The Battle.

"War of the Roses" sounds about right.

This plate was what caused Mr. Mulah to blow a gasket and throw me out with absolutely nowhere to go in SW Colorado.

It was October. I didnt know anyone because he wouldnt allow it. More ways to get away from him in his stagnate isolation.

He said I was wasting money, less than a few bucks, but still a waste. Actually, he yelled it. He became so enraged his entire head turned red. He said it was a waste of money and I need to learn his rules and obey him. Then came: "It's MY way or the Highway, little girl".

I considered calling an ambulance for him - he was so red.

And then after that, "I'll have you OUT in a New York Minute".

So, I got in my car with my dog, Opie and left. I just started driving, driving and crying. Until I was so worked up with anxiety and fear, I went to the ER.

October is really not the best time to find an apartment in Colorado. Mr. Mulah made sure my place in Craig was sabotaged and I could never go back. Three years later I still can't rent near Jayden because of Mr. Mulah. I'm 90 miles away thanks to heartless realtors that won't accept repeated profuse apologies. They are on the 'make Deb and Jayden suffer' bandwagon as well.