Five years ago in January I was a School Administrator married to an Air Traffic Controller for 28 years. Our only child had been accepted to Princeton. We lived comfortably in a fine community. On the Friday night before the MLK holiday, after calling my wife, I stayed out late partying with my staff. She disdained this sort of thing although I seldom (4-5 times/yr.), fearing her wrath, elected to risk it.
Saturday morning she ordered me out of the house and to stay out. I refuse to have arguments if my son is around. I grew up with that and and avoided it even when confronted with something as outlandish as this. While I was packing, my wife (now xwife) kept coming into my room [ I have always had "my room," I refused to marry her unless she'd agree to this tradition. It was the only condition she seemed to still respect] and uncharacteristically demanding to know how I felt about "all this." Usually she'd just go to the "silent treatment." After several attempts to engage my views, she finally gave up. Still packing upstairs, I heard a knock at the front door. Seconds later two policemen were ordering me to sit down, put down my coffee, I was frisked and asked "How (I was) going to do it." I told them I generally put the socks and boxers on the bottom, while the slacks and shirts go on top. I gathered by their line of questioning, my wife had called them in , claiming I was threatening to kill myself.
by as she told them, "crashing and burning my car." I had told her earlier that her "apparent goal of crashing and burning (FAA talk) a 30-year marriage in response to a ' lengthy happy hour,' could be considered more than a bit 'PMS', even for (her)."
The cops were stymied, keeping us apart, interviewing us clumsily. I recommended they just let me leave to get a room and some lunch and observe me for as long as they wished until they were satisfied that my wife was manipulating them to punish me. At this point the wife caught a break. My psychiatrist (every inner-city school employee has at least one) called her back and ( I am told ; he did not ask to speak to me [!?] ) and granted that "not drinking" for a day or two, couldn't "hurt me."
Wife happy, cops happy, I was handcuffed and in view of my neighbors, taken in my sweats and sneakers into the frigid ice and snow about 3pm. I expected to be taken to the nice little hospital only blocks away, but instead rode the cold rock-hard bench seat
for 45 minutes to "County Psych." The most hellish snakepit madhouse one might imagine. Being a 3day weekend, there was no apparent supervision or ...
I made the point to the officers that, through my job, I was aware this place was for uninsured homeless, raving, indigent, violent, street cases of the most severe sort, and is justfiably feared by all who are feared by most. They departed.
I will skip the specific injuries, degradations and mindless cruelties I endured and observed others enduring during my 4 days in this prison without protective bars.
I have learned that my X(believing I was cheating on her) had planned this over months, with her sister, [who drove two hours from Chicago, on cue, to my home once I was "incarcerated"] to get me out of the house for several days or as long as it took them to break into my Room and hack into my child protected sites and email boxes and rifle thru literally, every document and possession I owned. Items were stolen, copied, hidden. The search was aggressively thorough. They found nothing of substance to support her suspicions. I found out that she (lo-tech) made my son (hi-tech) assist in the hacking. She, during this environmental rapefest, sent a letter to my family and her's announcing our divorce and why she was initiating it.
On Tuesday, the Doctors and full staff, realizing the funding consequences of having me there, rushed to jettison my ass out. I arrived home in what clothes were not stolen
on a cold evening. Locks changed, lights were being turned off inside as I knocked on the door, freezing and calling for entry.
I broke into my garage , found my hidden emergency key and 6 years later having been told he wants nothing to do with me (I am respectful of the work he has had to do at college and I am clear he has chosen to exclude me in favor of his mother) , I have not seen him or my home since.
Why did I not investigate litigation sooner? It took me a long while to get my X and others to drop enough puzzle pieces for assemblage into something understandable, and, again, I did not want to distract my son's progress.
Now that he has graduated (I was not invited. I cannot begin to explain why he no longer loves me as he surely once did. I was a very good dad) I want to know if I have any legal paths that I may, at this point, pursue to exact any measure of justice for myself against those involved in the aforementioned debacle. I am open to all options
Truly,
Konnr

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