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May 12, 2020
Video & Screen Shots of Ann Marie Harassing a Stranger Last Night. She Accuses me, of Accusing Someone, of Rape.
Ann Marie Lynch has been harassing me for over a year now, ever since I gave her a temporary place to stay and she refused to leave.
Desperate, I reached out to a news station and they covered the story. You can watch that here.
In the time that followed, Ann Marie has been harassing multiple strangers and friends of mine. Pretty much anyone she thinks may be associated with me through social media.
Many of her victims from the past, have reached out to me as well claiming to have experienced similar trama because of her. Most of them wish to remain anonymous for obvious reasons.
I’m continuing to document the happenings publicly not only because I’m scared for my own life and the lives of my children, but as a warning to any new potential victims of hers.
Here is what happened last night.
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May 11, 2020
Ann Marie, Now Harassing Strangers Online.
May 2, 2020
April 27, 2020
Car Bones
“Can you help me lift up my bed?” I peeked into my son’s room in need of a little assistance.
“Okay, why?” he asked.
“I’m trying to pull that mattress out from underneath.”
Although he was still months away from his thirteenth birthday, my “little guy” out weighed me by a whopping 30lbs. His feet were twice the size of mine and we stood almost head to head. He pushed his dyed green hair out of his eye with one hand, while he lifted the entirety my king sized bed up with the other. It suddenly occurred me, I had given birth to the hulk!
Thank gawd it was by c-section!
“There ya go!” he said in his usual chipper tone, bounding back into his bedroom to finish a game he had been playing on his Nintendo Switch. I was thankful he hadn’t asked any questions.
Once the thin mattress had been retrieved, I rolled it up as best I could, and dragged it out of my apartment and down the flight of stairs leading to my garage. As I made my way to the back of my SUV, I popped the trunk and stuffed it inside. Then I proceeded upstairs for a blanket, a fitted sheet and a pillow. They were warm to the touch but still a little damp having just come out of the dryer.
The sun had gone down not long before, and ten minutes prior to this, I had finally received the text message I had been waiting a long and lonely six months for.
It was from The Prince.
Well, okay. So, it wasn’t really a message per say. It was actually a gif of a drag queen dressed in a cat suit clawing at me. But, close enough.
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Before I could respond, a Facebook message appeared from his profile. “That picture?!?!? WTF?”
Wondering if I was in trouble already, I simply responded with, “?”. I sat there for a moment, pondering how to the explain away any reason I would be in trouble for my fully clothed and non suggestive profile picture. Thankfully he messaged me again.
“You are so fucking hot, Asterisk. It makes me, mmmmm…”
“Hey Babe! You are out! Did everything go okay?” I asked.
“Yes. I told you my parents would be picking me up.”
“I know, I just had so many worries,” I confessed. “But I won’t get into them,” I added.
“It’s okay babe. You can say whatever you want to me now, I’m free! I won’t get upset. I need to see you. Can you meet me at the hotel?”
“Yes! Of course,” feeling a bit puzzled, I added, “but I thought your family was there and your friend was sharing a room with you.”
“They are, but they are jet lagged and asleep already. We can just sit in your car for a bit. I need to hug you.”
“Send me the address, I am on my way!”
Though I was in my pajamas and had several loads still running, I raced through my apartment complex to the laundry facility to retrieve my belongings before they even had finished their drying cycle. Back to my apartment, I left the clothes in the hamper, and created what will forever be known as “car bed.”
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Hey man! The Prince had racked up $2000+ in jail phone calls over the months on my credit card, and I’d only gotten to see him from behind a pane of bullet proof glass.
I wanted to get some!
“Will you be okay alone for an hour or two?” I asked my son, while walking out the front door. “I’ll just be down the street, you can text me if you need anything.”
“Sure, I have my phone. Where are you going? Why did you take the mattress?”
There it finally was! The question I had been avoiding for the last five minutes.
“The Prince got out of jail… We are going to go look at stars.”
“Can I come?” he begged.
“Not tonight, but I’ll take you next time.”
“Tomorrow?” he asked.
“We’ll see. I’ll text you in a bit to check in.”
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Yeah, okay. Go ahead, judge me again why don’t you? But you have to understand something. I had spent every night for over half a year rushing home from work to answer The Prince’s calls. I had spent most of the holidays alone, sitting by the phone waiting to hear from him. I even spent my birthday at home, hoping he would call me. Which he did by the way, 3 times that day! Though he never wished me a happy birthday.
He knew what day it was!
I spent every weekend at that jail, waiting in line for hours, just to have a 30 minute visit with my sweet Prince. Half of which he would storm out on, but I’ll tell you more about that later.
That was MY moment. I was about to touch his sweet ass onion in the flesh for the first time since last summer! Yes, my moment, car bed, wet clothes, kid home alone or not, I would have it.
As I pulled onto the highway, I felt like I was floating. Tears were streaming down my face, but I pushed them away because I had to keep my makeup looking perfect, duh! Something had to deflect from my ugly pajamas.
It seemed like an eternity had gone by before I pulled into the motel courtyard. As soon as I had entered the lot, I spotted him. I stopped my vehicle right beside him and and jumped out like I was about to rope a calf. He pulled me into his arms, an that’s when I felt them.
Bones!
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No, I’m not talking about his junk! Get your mind out of the gutter! I’ll get there in a minute, hang on.
As he held me there, in his arms with the grip of Kung Fu Panda, I finally realized how skinny he was. I guess that’s what six months of noodles and a prison pill addiction will do to a man.
When he finally let go, I grabbed him by the hand and said, “Come here, I want to show you something.” I led him to the rear of my SUV and popped the trunk. His eyes twinkled when he saw it. “Let’s go find a dark spot in the back of the building.”
Within seconds, we were parked, laying in car bed and my panties were off! The veins in his erection ballooned out like the arm of a junkie who just had a fix. He penetrated me that night with the force of Allah, and by the third thrust he said it!
That’s right! Just as he was cumming he said, “I love you. Fuck! Asterisk! I fucking love you! I love you!”
I giggled but I didn’t say it back.
Instead I slipped my panties on and reached for my purse. “I brought you these.” I handed The Prince three disposable vape Bars.
“Asterisk, you are the best, seriously. I haven’t had nicotine in so long.”
“Well now you don’t have to worry about your family smelling cigarettes on you.”
“I can’t take them with me though, you don’t understand, my mom goes through everything,” he admitted.
“I thought about that too.” I reached into my glove box and pulled out a role of tape. “Put that in your coat pocket, you can tape them under the bed.”
The Prince kissed me.
“Tell me everything! I want to know all the things you couldn’t tell me over the recorded jail calls.”
“Babe, we will have plenty of time for that. I just want to relax tonight and enjoy not being in a cell.”
Although we didn’t see stars, we did transfix on the lights from the approaching vehicles going northbound on the 405. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen a car Asterisk. I can’t believe I’m really out.”
“I can’t believe you are actually here,” I said as I rubbed my hand across his chest.
Then for a second time that night, we made love. Only his time it lasted five thrusts. I didn’t even care. I knew he hadn’t had any action in a long time and after all, this night was for him.
When we were done I looked down at my phone to check the time and text my son.
“Is your son okay?” he asked.
“Yes, he’s fine.”
“I should go back in, before someone comes looking for me.”
“When will I see you again?” I asked.
“They leave in two weeks, then I’ll see how it goes. I might come stay with you for a while if that’s still okay.”
“You are always welcome at my place,” I said.
(Because apparently I hadn’t learned my lesson from the last time. Seriously though, if you haven’t watched that news clip yet, do that after this story! Don’t forget! Oh and I’m not fat anymore fyi.)
I hugged him again hard, and had to hold in more tears when I let him go.
That next evening, he sent me a text. “I’m so exhausted but I can’t sleep.”
“I’m sorry, Babe. What do you need? I have some melatonin.”
“I don’t think I can drive there, I’m too exhausted.”
“I’ll bring it to you! I still have car bed ;).”
“I don’t know why I feel like this. My body keeps jerking.”
“Honey, you were taking opiates in jail! You can’t just stop taking those. It’s like you are with-drawling from heroin! It’s serious. Plus all the emotional crap you are going through. I’ll come by and bring you some melatonin and a few xanax.”
“I don’t know. Maybe I will just come by with my friend. Just for a minute though, I can’t stay.”
“If you do, I’ll bring them down. Honestly though, I don’t mind dropping them off. Just tell me when.”
“Okay.”
About a half hour went by when I received a follow up text. All it said was, “5 min.”
“I can leave in five minutes but won’t be there for twenty,” I replied.
I got off the couch, put on my clothes and packed a bag. I loaded it with pills, a vape bar and some of the dinner I had made earlier to take with me, but before I could walk out the door, another text came in.
“I’m out front.”
I was taken by surprise. Perhaps text message isn’t the best way to communicate? I grabbed the bag and made my way down the stairs to the front of the apartment. The prince was standing by his car. I handed him the bag and went right in for a hug. He jumped back and instead, patted my back. “I’d like you to meet my friend.”
“This is Asterisk,” The Prince said to a large man sitting in his passenger seat. He glanced up at me briefly before grunting something that resembled a “hello.” I gave him a short wave and retreated.
“Thank you for this,” The Prince said. “I have to get to bed. I’ll text you tomorrow.”
I watched him climb into his car as I made my way towards my apartment feeling cold and confused. I barely heard another word from him in the coming two weeks but I’ll save that for next time.
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April 25, 2020
Honey Combed Guinea Pig
Now, I know it’s been a while since I’ve been on here admitting to something I’ve done that’s really dumb but I think it’s time I told you a little story. After all, I fear if I don’t purge some of this verbal diarrhea it could lower my immune system and I’m not looking to catch no Corona!
I awoke last Monday morning a little delirious and very hung over. As I opened my eyes, the realization hit me, I wasn’t in my bed. Actually I wasn’t even in my room. I had been taking this lock down thing very seriously and hadn’t been out of my apartment for anything more than groceries in over a month. So waking up in his apartment was a bit of a shock.
Now I must admit, there was nowhere else I would have rather been. In that moment I felt like I was dreaming, but instead of going back to sleep, I reached over to his night stand and took a hit off my weed pen.
That’s when it happened, he grabbed my hand and put it onto his giant erection. I began stroking it, and for the first time in our entire relationship, he pulled me on top of him for morning sex!
I would like to give you the details of this encounter, but I can’t because they are sacred to me. That’s right! I finally met someone I have been more obsessed with than my sweet little Donut!
Let me introduce you all to Prince Charming. Now I have to be honest here. From the beginning I picked up on The Prince’s narcissistic traits. The red flags were all there from a few weeks in. I’ll tell you more about that later. But maybe that’s why I fell so hard for this guy. I like a challenge and I’m addicted to the abuse.
Stop judging me! Anyway, back to my story…
I spent the evening before, quarantining with my best bud Bubble. Like me, her dickhead boyfriend had abandoned her in the midst of the Covid 19 epidemic and so she had been spending the majority of her nights home alone, binge drinking, depressed and on the brink of suicide.
We were a few bottles boxes of cheap wine in, when I received a notification of a text message.
“Who’s texting you?” Bubble wanted to know.
“The Prince, who else?” I replied.
“That’s not fair! At least he’s texting you! Mine won’t even return my calls!” Bubble whined.
I opened the message.
“What are you doing? Hanging out with Bubble again?” he accused.
“I was, but she just left.” I lied.
“No she didn’t! She is still there, you are such a fucking liar!”
“She was here. She just left,” I asserted.
“Hey Bubble, I told him you left but he didn’t believe me,” I giggled to my friend.
Why did I lie? You ask… I don’t really know to be honest (pun not intended). I was buzzed, bored and tired of giving a shit about what The Prince thought of me anyway.
The Prince was on a mission to prove me wrong. He had been playing games with me for the last few weeks. After spending six months in jail and having me as his only connection to the outside world, he spent a month living in my apartment. When he sensed he was losing control over me, he made a bold move to storm out in the middle of the night intoxicated. He had been living in hotels, waiting for me to beg him to return. But I hadn’t.
Another text came in.
“Bubble looks like a goddamn guinea pig,” he reminded me. This had been his “go to” of insults for her lately. Though there were others, like “bitch” and “whore”. I’m pretty sure The Prince would hate anyone he thought was diverting any of my attention away from him. The reason he left stemmed from an incident involving a phone call I had with Bubbles, so her being over was driving the knife further into his wound.
When The Prince’s false demeanor changed, I’d refer to him as Dirty John, or DJ for short.
I texted him a photo of a fat little guinea pig eating grass along with a laughing emoji.
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“That’s right! Haha! I fucking miss you so much! I wish you were here. I just got into a place today, I want to sleep next to you. If she wasn’t there I would invite you to come see me,” he said.
“I already told you she’s not here.”
“If she isn’t there then prove it! I’m going to call you.”
“Okay.” I agreed.
“I’m going to call, and I want you to scream as loud as you can, ‘Bubble is a fucking guinea pig!'”
“Wtf? What is wrong with you?” I asked.
“It’s because she is there! I knew it!”
“I have a child here sleeping and I have neighbors on lock down. I’m not going to scream in the middle of the night. I can ask her for a screen shot of her Lyft ride if you want.”
I looked over to Bubble, “Dude, he’s fucking nuts. He wants to call me, to hear me scream that you are a guinea pig.”
“What the hell?” she asked. “He thinks I’m a guinea pig? Why does he think I’m a guinea pig? Do I look like a guinea pig?”
“No Bubble, you are beautiful. He is just nuts. I think he’s trying to manipulate me back into his control. He’s jealous of you and he needs my attention. He wants me to come over.”
“Then tell him to send you a Lyft.”
“Should I? If I go you would have to stay over and babysit. He wouldn’t send one anyway. He just wants to fuck with me. He’s been flaking on me since he left,” I concluded.
“Tell him to send it, see if he does.”
I looked back to my phone. “Do you really want me to come over? If you send me a Lyft and bring me back home in the morning, I will.”
“What about your kid?” he asked.
“I’ll figure it out.”
Ten minutes later, a car arrived.
I was in my pajamas and without having a mask, I had no choice but to wrap my hair and face up inside a black scarf. I looked like a fucking Muslim woman. The Prince’s face lit up when he saw me. I don’t think it was because I was there, but because of the scarf. Did I mention he’s Muslim?
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Yup! There I was, back in his control, looking like a bitch from his country. Only with blue eyes. His favorite thing about me. As it certainly wasn’t my personality.
How do I know for sure? Oh! He told me
April 10, 2020
Remember my psycho ex roommate??? I wrote a book about it and here it begins…
INTRO:
I left the jail in a haze. It wasn’t visiting day. I knew the dates; I studied them up online the afternoon before, but had forgotten. He had been in two weeks but I had merely discovered it the day before.
This was my second trip. The visit prior had not ended well. He spoke to me for only a few short minutes even though the jail allotted a half hour.
“You are happy I am in here! This is what you wished! To see me like this!”
“No, it is not!” I placed my palm up against the bulletproof glass that was dividing us, “I’ve worried about you, I didn’t know…”
“It is what you wanted! You are an actress! That’s smart what you do, start relationships just to write about them. That’s why you are here, to put me in a book!”
“No, it’s not! I care about you! I just found out you were here. Why didn’t you call me?”
“You don’t care about me,” he said, shaking his head. His eyes resembled black holes and he spit his words out as if they were poison. “You are an actress!”
“I didn’t know! Please, sit,” I begged.
He continued to shake his head as he paced the small area.
“I didn’t know!”
I watched helplessly, as he thrust the phone down and stormed out of the room.
I hoped for a softer reaction this time, but I supposed I would have to wait until the visiting hours resumed the following Friday.
After making the lengthy hike across the county court grounds and to the parking garage, I climbed into my car and turned over the motor. I drove feeling transparent as a ghost as I entered the freeway. I recall little of the drive back until something caught my eye two streets before my exit. A small animal bounded into a bush on the side of the expressway. It resembled a kitten.
“I should stop,” I told myself, putting on the breaks. “Don’t stop, Asterisk! It was probably a squirrel. You can’t save everything!” I had been having this conversation with myself a lot lately. Deciding the impending danger to myself far outweighed the reward, and understanding I wasn’t in stable mind, I sped up, noting a pang of remorse.
Chapter 1
It had merely been a week since Vivian left, even though our relationship was less than perfect and I knew the breakup was inevitable, it devastated me. I wasted my evenings drinking craft beer alone on my deck, smoking cigarettes and pigging out on fast food. The weight continued to pile on.
Half-way into my evening six-pack, the phone rang. It was Mary.
“Hi Asterisk I’m so glad you answered. How are you, hun?” she asked.
“I’m really depressed Mary. Vivian moved out.”
“Oh, well, she didn’t deserve you, anyway. She never sounded much like a woman to me, just a truly abusive and confused man. I know you were with her because you have a huge heart and you wanted to show Rosie that transgender people are worthy of love too, but as long as I have known you, you’ve only dated men. You can do better. Go get yourself a real man, with a decent career that can support you!”
“Thank you,” I said, holding back my tears. “You are right.”
Mary quickly changed the subject, “Did you mean what you said over text? Doogie and I are desperate for a place to go. We need to get back to California. I have a friend who offered to rent me a moving truck to drive out there.”
Doogie was Mary’s elderly Dachshund. As long as I had known her she treated the dog like her child.
“You don’t know how bad this year has been for me Asterisk!” she continued, “Doogie has cancer and he doesn’t have much time to live. I need to get him to a vet. I have a friend in California, who doesn’t live that far from you, she promised to pay for him to go. My CBD oil company, HempWow, is about to take off! I’ve told you how I’ve put all my money into it the last four years. Well, I’m now working with retired professional basketball player, Ram Billings. He owns a hemp farm, and he has partnered with me. If I can just get to Los Angeles, he said we could meet in person and he would finance the rest, I could make millions!” Her breathing was becoming heavy. “Millions, Asterisk! I don’t think you understand how big this could be!”
“Yes, of course! You and Doogie are always welcome here. It can’t be forever but you can definitely crash on my couch for a month.”
“You are an angel, Asterisk! Don’t worry, I’ll get a bar tending job right away. I plan to help you out with money immediately. I know what a stress it has been on you, being a single mother for so long.”
“California is expensive. I’ve just been so depressed since Vivian left,” I admitted.
“Honey, you don’t need a user like that in your life. You are beautiful and smart, you deserve a man who will take care of you and put you and your child first! Not some confused sociopath with hygiene issues.”
Bitch had a point.
The discussion reverted. “Asterisk, I can’t even tell you what it’s been like living here! The day I arrived, my roommate, Jenna, left me alone to babysit her children and went out to dinner with her boyfriend, which as I came to find out, was her boss!”
“What?” I asked.
“Seriously! I wasn’t there five minutes from a cross-country trip, I hadn’t even unpacked the van when Jenna said to me, ‘I’m glad you are here, but would you mind staying with my kids for a while? We have dinner plans.’ Who does that? She stayed out overnight and then she moved in with the guy two weeks later. The entire premise of me going there was to be roommates!”
“That’s horrible, Mary.”
“Without asking me, she invited some strange man she met through Craigslist to be my ‘roommate’! I was scared for my life! I didn’t know him. He could have been a rapist or a murderer! A week after that, I went out to walk Doogie and when I returned, all the inside doors were missing! Gone! Taken off the hinges and disappeared.”
I spit out my beer. “Wait, what?”
“Asterisk, these people are literally insane!”
“How do doors just disappear?” I asked.
“I don’t know! This is the level of insanity I’ve been dealing with!”
“Did you go outside to look for the doors? I mean maybe they were just painting or fixing them? Did you check out by the trash?” I asked, playing Devil’s advocate.
“No! They were just gone! I searched everywhere, the entire exterior of the property, they were nowhere to be found and they were never returned. When I brought it up to Jenna, she acted like she didn’t know what happened and that it wasn’t a big deal. Can you imagine living in an apartment with a strange man and no doors? There wasn’t any privacy. I put up curtains in the doorways but I could still hear everything. I could hear him snoring, jerking off to porn until 3:00 am, I could even hear him going to the bathroom. Who wants to hear a grown man urinating? Can you imagine him taking a dump?”
“That sounds like a nightmare!”
“Oh, it gets much worse. After about six months, that man finally left and Jenna let her 16-year-old niece move in. The girl was here illegally from Cuba! She was stealing from me left and right. She stole precious family heirlooms, my dead mother’s jewelry, my designer bags and shoes all to buy drugs! She would have her friends over when I was gone and throw huge parties. I just felt so violated! I had no rights, I paid Jenna everything I had in my savings in advance to stay here, she knew damn well I couldn’t afford to leave! She’s doing this on purpose to get me out. I just need a safe space, I need to unwind and finish getting my company launched! I’m so close Asterisk! I can taste it!”
“Well, what’s your plan?” I asked.
“I can pick up the truck tomorrow. The cross-country drive should take me roughly four to five days, but will probably be closer to six, with Doogie. He’s too old to be traveling so far and I know I must walk him often. If it was just me I’d probably drive straight through and nap in the cab but I can’t with him. We’ll have to check into hotels each night.”
“Okay, I don’t have much to offer you, but what little space I have is all yours.”
“Thank you again for saving us. I’ll text you tomorrow when we get on the road.”
The next morning I awoke with a hangover and began contemplating the seriousness of what I’d done. Mary had always been a good friend to me, we were neighbors several years prior and spoke almost every day. Still, she was in her 50s, and although I could relate to a life of hard knocks, being at that age without a stable income or home life concerned me.
Yet, I wouldn’t go back on my word. Having a friend around to ease the pain of my recent breakup would be a comfort and I couldn’t turn my back on someone in their time of need. I was away from home often, working six to seven days a week and it would be beneficial for Rosie to have another adult around that she trusted. I remembered how Rosie used to get excited every time she would see Mary out walking with Doogie in our old neighborhood and run to greet them. Besides, what was the worst that could happen?
