Since 07/2010, I had been dating a lady who I met at a local drop-in center named Arch Street Center here in Lancaster, PA. This lady had a developmental disability like many of the rest of us; myself included who attended that center have, only hers was quite a bit worse, than mine. I have ADD, and a mood disorder. She was then–and still is to this very day a chronic schizophrenic with other little things going on there as well, and for a time had not been on the right medication to control those issues, properly. When I met her, I fell in love with her and ultimately, she had developed those same feelings for me, in the reverse. She had just suffered the untimely loss of her beloved husband whose name was Sam, through a nasty car accident. He had been hit while walking on the side of the road one day in the summer I believe of that same year. At the time I met this lady, she had been living with her Mother just on the outskirts of the city in a nice Apartment on Stonemill Rd, and I had visited with her many times, at that location. By early Sept. of that same year her and her mom moved to another apartment on Clay St., here our relationship got hotter and heavier. A few months into it, she had an episode where she went crazy through her schizophrenic delusion and had to be captured by the medics and taken into LGH, where they determined she needed further treatment at Philhaven Psych. Hospital first up in Lebanon, PA, and then they had transfered her to a similar facility in Philly. Months later, she had been released into a facility called a group home here in Lancaster, where her and I gleefully continued our mutually-pleasing relationship. In Dec. 2011, I had been a student at Thaddeus Steven’s College of Technology since August of that same year, and come December had been told by my then-g/f that she was pregnant. I was nervous, but knew it was appropriate to remain committed to her and gladly obliged to help take the best possible care of her and our new little one, making sure she had been on the best possible diet for the benefit of the pregnancy. In 02/2012, I had went with her for a standard exam at the LGH ER for an ultrasound where the attending ER Dr. had told her that he…
“was no longer able to detect a fetal heartbeat.”
Her and I were deeply hurt by the news, and me being in school at the time, I had to keep it together to continue my education; to see it through until I passed the courses, in that following May, of 2012. During that time, I had been crying on and off for over 6 months, bec. of our loss. It was one of the most painful and traumatizing situations I had ever experienced.

Over the course of the next several years, my ex and her mother had moved to a few different apartments in the area; one of which was in a 2nd-floor apartment Elizabethtown, PA. They had been there for approx. 1 year or so until they were evicted because the landlord wasn’t pleased about the how they abused the apartment, through not maintaining the cleanliness of it, properly. This issue had always been a problem with the two of them since where they both resided, on Clay St. My ex loved to have a few different cats and a few other small caged pets which she fed and took care of to a point, but in terms of maintaining the cleanliness as a result of the pets; pet dander and filth had always built up to absurdly disgusting levels and which would choke up their apartment(s) with filth, like crazy. And in each time, their landlord would lose patience for it, and evict the two of them, for it.

One of the issues which my ex had was for an unresolved temper problem which would be resultant of the affliction of her schizophrenia. It was never directed at me and would never occur when I would be present at their apartment with the both of them there, but which would occur a few times in the space of a couple of years, when I was not present. It would happen where my ex would fly off the handy and  physically attack her mother, beating her up, resulting in numerous calls for help to the LNCPD, where the officer would either have to dispatch an ambulance to take her to be 3-0-2’d (committed) to the psych unit to be treated, or where the cop would transport her, him/herself to that same location. This happened at several times; first at the Stonemill Rd. location, the N at Clay St. location, and finally I believe it had been at the Pearl St. location in E-Town, in the 2nd apartment which they had to move to down the street from their original 2nd-floor apartment, where her and her mom had been evicted from. And in that last case, she had physically attacked her mother, causing her mother to scream in terror, causing her upstairs neighbor to rush don’t stairs to come to her aid, and then to call the cops to deal with it. In that last case when my ex had flown off the handle, she had left the apartment house in her mentally deranged state, traversed the area in that immediate vicinity for a few days until the local area police had picked her up, transporting her to LGH, to undergo further emergency treatment. That put her back into a psych. hospital, and then the process began all over again.

During the span of the following few years my ex and I had ebbed-and-flowed (as they say), where her and I would take a break from oneanother, and dated other people. Her and I both respect cyed out decisions to do so, and there was never any issue as far as that went. I never gave her a hard time over it as I knew then that our relationship had been vastly disfunction al, and really just wasn’t going anyplace. She had not been able-or willing to break away from living with her mother, and I wasn’t pleased with that, in itself. Her mother had always been a chain-smoker and had struggled with morbid obesity, and on top of that, her and I really ever saw eye-to-eye on matters–No matter how hat the topic had been. Conversations would usually end up in an argument, where the mother would hastily call the police on me, and then throw me out of her aparrment; that happened twice up to that point, the first incident of that smae type happening once at their old Clay St. address. And in both of those times, even though I had not threatened her mother in any way shape or form, just to be vengeful toward me, she would call the cops on me to persecute me, just because she could, not because she had to. Typical behavior from someone like that.

After the second episode of my exe’s delusional behavior and attack against her mother they had moved to Columbia, PA, where they now still reside, and had been residing at, since roughly early 2019. The hundreds of hot-and-heavy visits between my ex and I had then gleefully continued at their new location, and where I had been invited over by her and her mother to spend numerous nights over with my ex., in her own room, continuing our heavy visits. They had invited me over for dinner many, many times and where I had spent any nights watching Law & Order with her mother, amidst all of the cat dander and kitty throw-up which littered their apartment floor, all throughout their filthy, disgusting apartment, where her morbidly-obese mother would continue her chain-smoking routine–even when she had been cooking dinner.

During the time when I had resided in an efficiency at the Tabor Place Apartments here in Lancaster, PA, my ex would arrive over at my apartment for dinner and in a previously-arranged idea where she would then stay over night. Several times I had to throw her out because she would refuse to eat the dinner I worked hard to make for her, insulting me, resulting in my having had to ask her to leave. This happened several times, as well. The last time that happened after further of those happy interludes of ours, was around April of 2022, where she was told to leave. After that happened, we had broken up. In June of that year, I wound up moving in with an elderly lady and my old friend Sue, in Columbia, PA. My ex had known my roommate was merely a basic friend, and that had been explained to her numerous times, in great detail. In early December of 2022, things came to a head between my friend and I and we ceased getting along. My elderly friend had a severe mood disorder which resulted in my getting emotionally abused numerous times and the final time the cops arrived at our location, and I agreed to vacate her apartment, that night on the night of the 7th. I pedaled my MtB traversing Front St. in the light night drizzle to my exe’s apartment approx. a mile-or-so away in the center of the town of Columbia, where her and her mother agreed to hold me over for approx. 6 nights. It had been greatly appreciated, and I had left without any incident. After a rodeo of Homelessness, me having left the stage of PA and having tried to take the t sin to CLT, NC and then having to turned back to LNC, PA a day later, my rodeo of homelessness had then continued. My ex and I briefly reconnected during that time I had been homeless, and they had me over their apartment numerous times since then–and up until roughly 02/09/2023. That was the final night I would ever be able to trust either one of them, again.

That final night and in the previous night or two since that date, my ex and I had several happy interludes, of which neither one of us had complained. And in thatbrief series of visits, I had felt comfortable enough to open up my heart to hear, telling her that I loved her. This happened numerous times in those last several visits. In each time I mentioned my feelings to her she had been tight-lipped, and silent about it. There had ever been any positive–or negative reaction from her about me telling her that, and to be honest about it, it made me feel a certain kind of way, about that. It made me a bit uncomfortable. The final night arrived, which was the night of the 9th. And on that night particularly, I showed up, my ex had been wearing something skimpy, and it turned me on. ‘The mystery was over’ (as the old saying goes), when she sat on her filthy, catty couch. So, her and I both made our way into her bedroom, while her mother was busy watching TV, in their living room. We went at it several times, and everything went fine. No comaints. None, whatsoever. When her and I had finished, she got dressed, went out to the kitchen, wehere she decided that she wanted to make dinner.  During the time that she had been preparing dinner for all of us, I had been making sexually-suggestive facial gestures at her, particularly when my ex had sat down at the table facing me, with her back toward her mother, who had been busy watching their TV, and of course, had been busy chain-smoking her life away. So…
…during the time that my ex had been sitting directly infront of me, she had been very receptive to my facial gestures, and knew full-well that I had still been very excited about our happy interlude. After I ate a little bit of the dinner, I left and went back to catch the 17 RRTA bus into Lancaster to get back to the shelter where I had been temporarily staying at. The following day, when I had been waiting for an intake appt. with a new therapist, which was at 1:PM. So, I decided that while I was waiting to see this therapist, I’d call my ex, and chit-chat, a bit. I odly got the impression that I had been hung-up on. So, I called her back, and then her mammy answered. She told me:

“I don’t ever want you to come back here, again.”

I said:

“And why’s that.”

She said:

“Playin’ with your dick at the table?! I mean, there’s no sense, to it!”

I swid:

“Oh, I see. So then…
…whilst (name deleted) had been sitting facing toward me with her back turned toward you, she told you that…?”

She said:

“People who love each other don’t stick their tongue out, at each other.”

I said:

“Well, you’re wrong, I never played with my dick at your dinner table, and you have a nice day.”

Upon hanging the phone up, her mother then blocked me, effectively preventing me from talking to her daughter (my now-ex), and making me extremely upset. I had then been officially dumped right next to Valentine’s Day. Isn’t that lovely? So then, right before the one day of the entire year which targets the human heart, she dumps me. It’s no wonder I can’t trust anyone.

The following night, I secretly wrote a letter (non-threatening, in every sense of the word) and hand-delivered it to their front outer screen door of their small apartment around 1:AM. By approx. 3:AM or-so, her mammy called the police on me, and then they both jointly collaborated to get a PFA (Protection From Abuse) order against me through the Lancaster County Court House. Her mother then concocted this phoney-baloney story to jazz-up their jointly-false statement to the police against me. Although I’m unsure if my ex signed an affidavit at the Columbia PD about me, but one thing’s for certain; she falsely accused me of touching her inappropriately jn the PFA report which she filed, at the Prothonatary’s Office in the Lancaster County Court House. The paperwork of her false commentary shall be displayed, below.

There are several major issues which I have about this whole unpleasant situation, and about the clearly wrongful judgment by judge Steadman against me, in favor of the Plaintiff. Shall we get into them? I think we shall.

The first issue is clearly stated in the paperwork, that I:

“…touched (her) private area inappropriately…”.

— which was wholly false and untrue, due to the fact that my ex and I had been in a mutually-agreed sexual relationship.

The second issue I have about this, is that it clearly states on the official paperwork that according to the official transcript as stated on the paperwork:

“When I broke up with him he knows he was not supposed to call, but he calls anyways”

OK… FIRST of all, the Plaintiff (my ex) had NEVER formally broke up with me, in any way, shape or form, so I had been left to flounder and suffer by getting blocked and prevented from talking to her, via her fat, disgusting mammy. So…
…right off the bat, she lied about that specifically, in the paperwork.

Issue #3:

“It is unclear whether or not the defendant was the perpetrator.”

1, Even though as the judge made clear to me in court where:

“This is not a criminal preceding…”…

…I never perpetrated ===>anyeverHorseshit!

The third issue I have is that when I had appeared in court (court room #3 specifically) ex-parted (which in legal terms means u-represented, without legal counsel) before the presiding judge, judge Steadman, he had never given me any OK to explain my side of what happened in order that I might defend myself against the wild accusations made against me in the final PFA report, which I though was DIRTY, unfair, and morally unrighteous. A court of law is suppose to judge a case fairly, not rush everybody in and out of a preceding, just so the judge can hurry out the door to catch the reduced price, at the Dragon Buffet.

The arrogance of this legal system here in the Commonwealth, is deafening.

The letter which had been mentioned within the PFA report consisted of the following key bullet points which I had made:

“Question:
What kind of a woman dumps a man who for the two weeks prior to Valentine’s Day had been telling her that he loved her…”
“…Drop dead, lose my number… Get lost…”

But that had been the extent of the letter which I had left on their front door–the putter screen door to their small apartment, to be exact. There had never been any type of threats of any kind which I had written as part of that final letter to my ex and which her disgusting mammy had read… nothing like that. I’m a hundred percent positive that both her and my ex had come up with the idea to lie and false witness against me by in effect, falsely reporting a sex crime to the Columbia Police Department–and ultimately to have falsely documented it in an official capacity to the Lancaster Court Of Common Please. Outrageous, and pathetic. Period. And both the judge–AND her two attorneys and the other snake counselor who stood by her side with her attorney all read the letter I wrote, and they as well ALL fully understand that I never wrote any kind of terroristic threat to my ex or to her fat, disgusting, chain-smoking mammy either. They all know that, too. Yup…

As clearly noted jn the final paperwork from this lying False-Witness (ummm, that would be my ex) I cannot have any type of contact with her dumb ass for a whole year–which is all A-OK by me, because the whole entire point of my final letter to that mean-spirited little bitch who dumped me right next to Valentine’s Day…
…was to GET LOST, AND LOSE MY NUMBER.
So then…
…WHY on Earth would I want to re-contact a woman who I know full-well is never going to change and somehow treat me better…
…nuh-uh. No. I have come to the clear determination that bot her and her trouble-making, vexatious litigant mammy merely sued me into court to request a no-contact order not because they really had to, but because they could successfully get away with it. And that’s the way that whole dirty feminist game, is played. That’s what it’s all about. Absolutely. No question about it.

And I’m supposed to just magically trust anybody else after this shit? Buh-Hhaaaaa!! Yeah, OK. We’ll see about that. I don’t think so. Not only that, but I shall never… NEVER trust any part of the law, again. And that especially includes any legal firm which makes the false claim that they’ll stand by you and represent you free of charge (pro-Bono) bullshit. BULL-S-H-I-T. No way. Nope…

Sent from my Android phone with mail.com Mail. Please excuse my brevity.