Editor’s Note: Lovefraud received the following email from a reader whom we’ll call “Timothy.”
It happened on May 5th. My girlfriend of almost 12 years and I had been drinking, we argued, she called the cops, and said I hit her. She got a restraining order. She cut off my mother, and our mutual friends.
I don’t remember hitting her. In fact, I have never hit her. The police didn’t care, though. The accusation was enough to jail me for ten weeks. I’m still waiting on the trial. The court released me under pretrial probation just a week and a half ago.
While I was incarcerated, she, her friends, and her new boyfriend (that was quick!) emptied my bank account of over 7 grand, took my camera equipment, and who knows what else. She claimed we were broken into in front of the cop who had to escort me to what was home to get my car, and pack a suitcase.
I’m homeless now, living in my car and fighting the uphill battle to reestablish myself.
I have my bank statements, I’m in touch with my mom, and a police report has been filed. Plus, she violated the conditions laid out in the restraining order we both signed. It’s slow going, all the phone calls, dead ends, lack of help for men in this type of situation … bureaucracy, courts, lawyers … it’s physically, mentally, and psychologically draining. I feel like a hollowed out block of wood. I’m not an attorney, nor do I know one. I don’t know what’s true anymore, and I doubt I’ll ever trust or love anyone unconditionally again. Or drink again.
At least I have the library, my car, a tablet, a sketchbook, and my mom … who believes me, and apparently never liked my now ex-girlfriend.