I'll be 41 in a few weeks. I am destitute and homeless. Indefinitely, I have no prospect of meeting someone who could be a husband. I don't even have a Bachelor's degree yet. I'll be at least in my mid-forties before I'll be through with professional school and able to start my career; that's if the conglomerate doesn't continue to destroy my every opportunity for housing, work and school, if I don't kill myself to end having to endure the harassment and stalking, and if none of the stalkers kills me.
Even if I weren't being relentlessly persecuted, it would be difficult for me to start both a career and a family during this decade of my life. Either the career or the family would have to get less of my attention, or each would get my partial attention. Career and family are too important to neglect, even for each other's sake.
Even if the conglomerate were to stop persecuting me, the SICK, SADISTIC, ILLEGAL videos of me will never go away. They will continue to circulate to a larger and larger audience for the rest of my life, and after my death, to haunt my every descendant. The most loving thing that I can do for my children is never to have them.
Copyright L. Kochman, June 6, 2015 @ 9:58 a.m.
