It was 14 degree's when I fell asleep last night. It was 10 degree's when I woke up. I am in so much pain I want to scream but can't find the energy. I have gone through a lot of hardships in my life, but never anything this bad, this pro-longed, this devastating physically and emotionally.
Follow @DeniseBundyThere is no answer to this dilemma, no resolve. I can't raise the funds to get into a home, and Robert Huckins refuses to return the money he stole. Next month, next year, nothing will have changed except, perhaps, the economy getting far worse.
It's a painful situation. I don't want to be tortured anymore. I don't want to go to bed in such frigid conditions wondering if I can make it through
the night and I don't want to open my eyes to this hardship.
Where is the judicial system that this would be allowed?
How could the Huckins do this to one woman after another?
More snow is forecast through Monday, and I am hanging on with absolute dread wondering if the temperatures are going to drop further. My experience in the MINUS 14 degree temperatures last year made it plainly obvious as to how dangerous these low temperatures can be.This has been a lazy day, but a simply gorgeous day for those who have the comfort of a home.
There has to be someone related to Robert & Sylve Huckins must have some means to reach them, if it be Michael Huckins, Dr.Kenneth Ogilvie ( Diana Huckins? Dominic Huckins? Malcolm Huckins? ) or Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins and get them to return ALL of the money they stole from us so that I can buy a home and get our lives back. I am begging anyone in this family for help.I don't believe I have EVER witnessed any none violent crime that can be as devastating as stealing someone's home. I am walking in Dorothy McKeevers footsteps, day by day, month by month, year by year.
Liam Griffin, I sat in your law office with two witnesses as you gave me your promise, your guarantee, that our money would be returned before harm came to us.
Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins you were present the day I signed contract with your son. You walked out of the kitchen with Sylve Huckins and your son introduced me to you. He told you that I was the British horse trainer he had told you about, the one he was going to build the home and barn for. Why didn't you say something? There may be a rational and reasonable explanation but I have spent over 3 years, homeless, not understanding it. I understand it even less knowing that though I was a total stranger, both Dorothy McKeever and Sally Canning you KNEW, and you knew what your son had done to them and others.
Dr. Kenneth Ogilvie, I contacted you and simply asked for a reference, not knowing that Robert Huckins was your cousin. Robert Huckins had just stolen over $30,000 from the domestic violence shelter, HEAL, yet everyone was trying to hide it. There was a history of stealing large amounts of money. $65,000 PLUS from Nancy Canning. $89,000 PLUS from Dorothy McKeever, $45,000 from Francis McKinney. The list just goes on and on and on.
Because of Robert Huckins I ended up paying $140,000 to be homeless.. sat in the cold, emotionally, physically and financially broke. In the middle of a recession, with no way to recover the stolen funds.
Today Robert Huckins has his own home...
He also has OUR home.....
He also has a lot of people's money...
And his freedom.
Women are not banks or loan institutions. Women should not be the source of a retirement fund for people who don't want to do an honest day's work for an honest day's pay. Holding women hostage while playing with the judicial system, a horrendous game of cat and mouse extending YEARS, with the victims whose very homes, families and stability are in jeopardy is cruelty, as cruel as a physical beating. It is financial and emotional RAPE. Homelessness is not justice. It is a slow, painful death.
Please, I beg with everything I have within me, please convince Robert Huckins to stop this torture and return the building fund he stole from us so we too, can have a home.
Relevant pages:
http://roberthuckinsvictim.
http://roberthuckinsvictim.
Cruelty and fear shake hands together ~ Honore de Balzac
