Christmas brought some reprieve from the fear, and the craziness, but the fact is my identity was still stolen and it was nothing like the Christmas'es I had in the past. The little money I had on hand was what I spent on Christmas dinner, though Christmas dinner for one is a lonely fair, and I did by myself a movie, the Help. I must say that movie made me grateful I wasn't a colored maid in Mississippi in the sixties, can you imagine?
I feel like I am being treated like a second class citizen now, because of my idenity being stolen, the very person I am has been taken over by someone else. Most of my money drained out of my accounts from things I did not buy.
I am dilligent now about making sure that everything is secure, and even going onto the computer proves a probably from me. I wonder who is behind their trying once again to steal the person I am away from me. I am slowly getting things in order, and the police are still saying things are Under Investigation, that they are getting closer to figuring things out, but its been almost two years that I have been hearing the same line.
Two years of not knowing what crimes are being committed in my name, what kind of evil this person is committing, and two years of knowing that the person I was was taken by a thief, a thief who steals who you are.
To Be Continuted