One day I will live in peace .
These are real things and almost everyday of my life for almost ten years and it used to be worse as I used to hyper ventilate, throw up, or not sleep at all. My name is Roberto Fidencio Ramos and I was Dehumanized.
In the morning on my days off I have to get up and make sure that my fathers in my house and if he’s not I might be hearing my stalker entering my home. Instead of sleeping in I have to get up and check the entire house and make sure all the doors are locked. Then I lay down with the door open to be able to hear and listen. I don’t face the door because I might be laying down and my stalker might come in and slit my throat or kill me in bed.
When I leave on my days off or any other day and come home if no one is here I have to check my entire house while the front door is open. I check the entire house with a weapon and flashlight with a phone ready to call 911. Once the house is checked I lock the doors.
I hardly eat in my home as I think my stalker might enter my home as I was threatened with “watching what I eat the rest of my life.” So I don’t ever hardly eat in my home unless it’s store bought that day and we believe our water was poisoned one day at Tara Vista and I was fed glass.
I do not shower in my home without anyone being here. I might shower quickly with the door open or shower right before my fiancé comes home as I know he will be arriving. I’m afraid I’ll be showering and the killer stalker will murder me in my bathroom.
Neither do I sleep in in the mornings unless I know my dads here or anyone else. So I’ll call out to make sure instead of being relaxed and Cozy.
When my dads not here and it’s just my fiancé and I. I have to sometimes tie the back door from the inside so that the killer stalker won’t come in while we’re sleeping and murder us. So I tie the back door shut.
I don’t meet new people I don’t become friends with new people because no one can be trusted. I trusted the wrong people and I was always 100% genuine and good with them. I gave them all that I was and could. In the end I believe I was cheated, lied to, and robbed. More than than that I believe these people or one paid money to murder me to be rich or another ulterior motive. But, I won’t know until the FBI call me.