Story Sunday, Part 4
Having a bit of a breakdown, but I promised a masterpiece so here we go: Story Sunday, Part 4. The ADHD is strong today, so we’re jumping around.Quick one-paragraph recap from last time: Ariel went off the rails.... and today, we’re diving into how she smashed her car into another. Oh, and restraining orders. The fun stuff. You know... handcuffs and ball gags... except today, unfortunately, we're just leaving with the handcuffs.
I hope everyone had a good week. Mine's been a rollercoaster... more downs than ups lately, which explains the long break. I know I said I was “healing,” and I am, but sometimes that looks like not being able to get out of bed, let alone sit down to write a coherent story. It’s been tough to hold a thought, let alone a whole paragraph.
And on top of everything, I’m also in the middle of moving like, in real life, right now. So it’s not just the usual neurospicy chaos up in my head; there’s also this thing called life happening in the background. And honestly? Life hasn’t exactly been treating me kindly lately.
For those who know me, you know I actually try to be a kind person. I’d like to think I have a good heart, maybe even a pure one. And sure, telling these stories on this blog might not always seem like the nicest thing to do, but it’s also my life and my truth. I’m coming from a place of good intentions. This blog is also my therapy — especially on the weeks when I’m not actually in therapy. So... welcome to the off-weeks.
It's been hard for me to figure out exactly how to tell the story of what happened that fateful Easter. I know Easter is technically a religious holiday...though I’m not entirely sure how it works, but let’s just say, Jesus definitely wasn’t helping me that day. Whatever kind of story Easter is supposed to be... mine was a different one entirely.
At the time, I was living with Danica, and we were going all out ** full-on Easter feast. We had our kids, so that’s four children already, and we also had two of our closest friends over. Ariel’s ex was there too. (P.S. — Lena and I don’t talk anymore. They both seem to carry whatever kind of chaotic gene that is, but more on that later.)
This was after Ariel’s assault on Lena, and we also had her two kids over. My niece and nephew, or at least that’s what I used to call them. A Lot has changed since then, but back then, they were family. And just so everyone knows I still absolutely love those children so much and wish for nothing more than to be a part of their life. Which unfortunately I'm not currently..So, in total: six kids, a house full of adults, and way more emotional tension than anyone signed up for.
About a week after I was granted a restraining order against Ariel (I had requested protection for both myself and my children, but unfortunately, the order was only granted for myself), we were having what I’ll call a wholesome “Jesus dinner”. Just a bunch of adults enjoying good food and trying to be decent humans in the name of the Lord, drinks and casseroles.
Out of nowhere, Ariel started circling the area in her car. Clearly intoxicated and very obviously not invited to the dinner party. She drove around multiple times, creating a disturbance and drawing concern from everyone present.
Given her erratic behavior and the fact that I already had a restraining order in place, I was seriously concerned for the safety of my children and everyone there. Her behavior felt threatening and unsafe, and it was a direct violation of the protective order..... whatever though right YOLO.
So, picture this: a wholesome, peaceful evening 😇 adults gathered around in the name of Jesus, good food, and temporary sanity. The vibes were immaculate. Until Ariel, like some drunk chaos demon from a budget horror film, decided to make her grand entrance. Spoiler: no one invited her.
Now, I’ll admit, with everything I’ve been through, my memory isn’t exactly a steel trap, it’s more like a colander ( just in general to everyone because I do have a few friends who are dense 😬so a colander is one of those pots with holes that you steam pasta and stuff out of😉) But this moment I do remember very clearly - Ariel came to the house Danica and I shared and tried to kick the door in.
Not knock. Not yell. Not even a polite “let me in.” well I guess ultimately those words were yelled but it didn't come before the kicking. No! full-on, unhinged, foot-to-wood, dramatic entrance attempt. Honestly? It would’ve been iconic if it wasn’t terrifying. And illegal.
When the door (miraculously) held strong against her rage and lack of upper leg strength, she pivoted — as one does — and got into her vehicle. Then, because she apparently thought GTA rules applied in real life, she drove her car straight into Lena’s parked vehicle. Not once, but twice. Like it was a statement. Like the car owed her money. Even though I'm pretty sure she probably ended up having to pay for both of them if that ever occurred...
“The Jesus Dinner Incident” (aka: The Drive-Into, Smash-a-thon, Unhinged Olympics)
What started as a calm, adult evening...full of good food, good people, and good ol’ fashioned Jesus vibes, quickly spiraled into chaos courtesy of Ariel, who clearly didn’t get the invite or the memo that restraining orders mean “stay away,” not “make a dramatic entrance.”
As mentioned earlier, she attempted to kick in the door of the house Danica and I shared, which to be clear is not how guests enter dinner parties. Thankfully, the door held strong, unlike the overall peace of the evening.
When that failed, she retreated to her car. And then, in what can only be described as an inspired moment of vehicular violence, she drove straight into Lena’s parked car. Twice. Deliberately. With purpose. It was less a drive-by and more of a drive-into, like she was auditioning for a demolition derby, except nobody else was playing and no one gave consent.
I didn’t realize it in the moment because the adrenaline was doing its thing, but later I discovered she’d also targeted my vehicle. At some point during her tantrum rampage, she launched what I assume was either a Starbucks tumbler or a Stanley Cup (unclear which — both are equally aggressive energy when thrown at glass) directly into my windshield. It left a perfect, eerie circle-shaped mark. Like she was trying to baptize my car in chaos.
So in the end, multiple cars were damaged, personal property was hit, peace was shattered, and to this day — no real accountability has happened. It was a full-blown meltdown with no consequences, just confusion, stress, and probably some really awkward insurance claim.
I know I know I promise you guys a really detailed longer post but I didn't even realize the time and again I'm moving so what I will do is a second part tomorrow.
Till then my love's 💋
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