He wasn't mad about the online thing when I told him this morning and we talked about it and did stuff about it. But when he woke up for work, he was loaded for bear, and every shot hit me straight on. And I had to promise, Yes I Am Done With Fucking With People Online. He was really mad. And I wasn't expecting it. I thought I had dodged that bullet. Nope. And the LeLu thing had him in a rotten mood over all. We have no one but each other to take it out on.
I told him I got the Go Fund Me page up. I didn't bother telling him how ashamed it made me. I feel like a pan handler. I have to get that money back somehow. He's paying rent tomorrow, which will drain my account, so no more damage can be done. He's also going to talk them out of their courtesy overdraft protection, which they gave to us because of the complicated but government nature of the account. If it weren't for that, they would have just refused to pay for the domain early yesterday morning and I wouldn't be out any money and likely wouldn't even know I'd been invaded. But they were nice to me. That doesn't pay. Well, I guess it did for them.
Doc inquired as to motive. All I could come up with is what the #stoprush crowd has come up with: to play games and cause stress. Just because he can.
Do us a favor? http://www.gofundme.com/kowxfo go read the summation of the "campaign" and let me know if I should add or remove anything. I plan on adding links to my videos and candid pictures that aren't already everywhere as time goes on.
Okay, I'm getting a mess of Twitter messages, I should go see what's happening. Once it calms down, I have some chores to do. And maybe an episode of NCIS to watch.