F*** Court

A Bit More on the (In)justice System

If you saw my last post and the months I have spent trying to reclaim my stolen cat, Sage, from a spiteful former friend and roommate who has severe issues with women (and physically, verbally, emotionally, and financially abused me) — when I am in a somewhat okay mood, I will say, “he takes the “fun” out of “functional alcoholic” — and there is so much more, but also as I said, I am writing a book about this ordeal, and the truth is, I am not going to take my one chance to maybe, maybe get some attention on all of this (should I get it published) by posting it all here… you might understand why I hate the court system here so much.

I was there today, and my new idol is whoever managed to carve “fuck court” into a bench in one of the myriad offices, all with similar names — enough that they confuse someone who understands the law, never mind someone who does not. Everything appears to be designed to confused and delay, and I know I mentioned there is a severe disparity issue being entirely overlooked where almost everyone in there has a Latino/a last name — and if your name happens to be such, the Spanish interpreter jumps up. (So while I was not there for a criminal matter, but something entirely different, were I, she would have jumped up and been shocked to see I could speak English. And some Spanish, but via education and interest in my future children (I hope) being bilingual.)

It’s as if they design everything for people to fail. Once in a while, they tell people if they do not have an attorney to go to (this specific) office and ask for one — but wouldn’t it be easier to post a sign that says as much (in English and Spanish)? And to ask the people who work there to not be hostile to the people there?

But I have a larger point. My fight for Sage is not over and I have in no way exhausted all my avenues. That is why I was there, tracking people down and confirming I had forms. (Right now, my biggest issue is my Social Security card has my married name, and my appointment at the DMV is Wednesday, so my license does not, so technically, well, nobody knows what my legal name is.)

The whole thing started at the end of May 2025 and it immediately favored him, despite me having piles of proof that he’d been abusing me — because he loved using cops as a weapon and I hate them, but also, I have been trying to get my cat back since. I could have 19,000 reports that prove this, but it is very rare to find anyone who is actually happy, and it was not until November that someone told me to demand an incident report be recorded any time I went to the police for help and they would not provide it, or to call them each time he agreed to give her to me and then refused, and if he did not, get an incident report.

There is a whole other mess of problems with that, though, as I have never once seen an accurate incident report, nor police report, down to having to literally stop annotating a copy on the paper and merely re-write the whole thing, it was such a wildly inaccurate account of what happened. They leave SO much out, your head would spin. And if you are not used to dealing with them, you only realize how much you missed in the heat of the moment.

I feel as if not only my hands are tied behind my back, but they have also been cut off. HOW do I do something? How do I help myself? How do I help others when I am invisible and I cannot help myself?