In two days it will be the one year anniversary of my near death experience. I was holed up in the Geisinger ICU for 3 days with my (soon to be) ex-husband blocking my friends and family from seeing me because he set up a passcode no one had. Four people came to visit me or knew where I was: Harold Jenkins , my Mother, Heather Johnson and Rich. Rich came to visit me exactly 2 times. Once after the surgery and once to pick me up and bring me home. I received no flowers or cards except from Christopher Mele (A NYT EDITOR and Pocono Record alum). Rich was taken off all of my Medical Records through Geisinger, but was somehow allowed to setup a passcode for visitors on my behalf? Not ok. The only reason the others were able to get in was because they knew my middle name. The correct one. Not the one I tell people. At any rate. I wrote a will and last testament up after this, because no man will have the ability to pull a plug on me ever again. See ya. I very much cred
Everyone take note. This is what emotional abuse looks like. This is my ex-husband impersonating not only a former co-worker, but an ex Marine with an "MD" badge. Screenshot this, send it to him, I don't care. His contact information is on my IG. OH PS - he was moonlighting for an CLEC while working for a competing ILEC at the time. I worked for WVHCS. I know how proximity cards work, not just for the security system (doors) but also the VMWare system on the carts for charti ng. 302 this. Stolen Valor. It's a thing.