The cops messed up. By me when a supervisor is asked for, a supervisor is provided. No questions asked. But my jurisdiction is really trying to make up for past wrongs.
My ex stalked me. Stalked me to the point of putting crazy glue in my door so I couldn’t get in my own home. I broke the door down.
Another time my dad begged me to let him in. I finally did and he saw my pocketbook on the couch. He jumped and grabbed it then went to run out. I had my work stuff, shield and so many important things in there like credit cards, ID etc. Despite him being a 6’5" construction worker I dived on him and in the middle of the kitchen we duked it out like animals. I got my bag back but my keys fell out in the melee and he grabbed them and dashed outside, me in hot pursuit. He jumped in his van and I jumped on top of him in the driver’s seat. He started to drive away. I shoved the shifter into park, managed to grab my keys, pulled his out and threw his keys as far across a street with busy traffic as I could. That bought me time to run back into my house with my keys and call 911.
They did NOTHING. My problem: he couldn’t manage to beat the shit out of me.
Once on another occasion my dad let him in. He disabled a lower windows lock so he could access inside whenever he wanted so I wouldn’t realize it. I did. Numerous flat tires, broken windows. It wasn’t until he called my job and told them I was a vampire who sold government secrets off their computer that I got help. The call went to my boss who sent it up the line to the head of that agency for the city. I was then directed to get an order of protection. I went, was denied. When I told the city boss what happened they directed me to go back and that judge was directed to rehear the case and give me one. He did. Then the agency head had his son, a police lieutenant personally go to my ex’s house to directly speak with him. I have no idea what was said but it must have been good as he never bothered me again.
But that was after having to put my horse in hiding, taking a years leave of absence so I could personally guard my home, loss of income, loss of time, expenses from damage etc and my ex showing up at a horse meeting, interrupting it to make a speech about how I wronged him while he chugged beer.
My biggest mistake was keeping it all quiet. Protecting my friends.
Suffice it to say, narcs don’t stand a chance now. And thankfully in most places, domestic violence is taken very seriously.