Elcid
Banned
Warning - this will be a lot of text so don't bother complaining about muh blocks of text.
I had to hold this story off for legal reasons, but now that I'm no longer involved I can finally share it.
I had to hold this story off for legal reasons, but now that I'm no longer involved I can finally share it.
So a while ago, I was on my couch after a long day of work minding my own business with my daughter sitting with me, when I got a call from my mother panicking. She tells me my uncle was arrested for supposedly assaulting his wife, then he got bailed, now he's in the hospital, and no one has spoken to him.
My immediate reaction is "wait, what?"
I ask what was he hospitalized for, and she says it was because his blood pressure was high. I ask if my cousins know anything, if anyone knows if he's alive. The answer is no, one of his sons has already disowned him on the premise that my uncle abused his wife and tried to kill her.
She now has a restraining order against him and everything, so he was bailed and sent home.
My mom just beat cancer a few months ago, she has hypertension, and diabetes, like she's not a healthy individual, and she's panicking over her brother. She's had almost had a stroke a few times from her blood pressure, etc. Not a healthy woman.
She asks me, what do I think of the situation, if I think my uncle actually did it.
This is what I know about my uncle, he's a good kind man, and always has been. He's never committed a crime, he's never done anything wrong.
I say, "Fuck no, no way. It's unbelievable, his wife is built like a God damn bull, and he's like 4-5 inches shorter than her, and doesn't have a muscle on his body. Even if he wanted to hurt her, I don't believe it from the physical standpoint."
This is the backstory I know, his wife, and him alone in a house in the middle of nowhere. He suddenly loses his mind and tries to kill his wife, according to her messages to my mother (I'll come back to this).
Knowing my uncle, and knowing his alcoholic of a wife, who acts like a drunk crazy woman half the time, I have zero doubt my uncle didn't actually do anything to her.
This is where the fun begins.
I say "We need to make sure he's alive, and we need to get him."
My father is like "I might be able to take Friday off and maybe I can go with your brother, you need to stay with your babies."
I reply "I don't know, I feel like that's too late if this is the case. What if he's alone and had a heart attack? I'm willing to go."
My older brother is in the background with my parents and volunteers, and he says, "I'll go with you brother."
My mom then says, "Please drive (~24 hour drive), don't fly. My brother has severe anxiety, and he won't be able to fly (ha this comes back later)."
So like that, on a Wednesday night, I tell my boss I need some time for family and decide to embark on the trip to go make sure my uncle is alive.
During this time, his two sons contact my mother. One of them tell her, who I shall note as BitchA, that his father is a killer, and that she must promise to never speak to him again, because BitchA is worried that his father could hurt her.
My mother tells him sorry not sorry, I can't cut off my brother.
The other son, who I shall note as BitchB, is in touch with my sister with updates, so far seems to be neutral.
Neither of these bitches live with their parents, they're both out of state.
Now, BitchA and BitchB find out I'm on the road with my brother, and this is where the fun begins.
I get a message from my uncle's stepson, who I shall note as LilBitch, telling me to turn the fuck around and to stay out of this. His poor mother has had enough stress. I ignore it, my brother and I keep driving.
My brother and I do the drive, and are about at the halfway mark, when he gets a call from BitchB telling him he needs to turn around and stay the fuck out of this. His father is insane and dangerous. There's nothing that we can do but make matters worse.
Think of his poor mother, BitchB insists, blah blah.
My brother only becomes more suspicious after that call that something is up, so we both agree to keep going.
We finally reach a point where we can't drive anymore and decide to rest up in a hotel.
The next morning we get up, and my brother and I are back and forth talking to my mom, my sisters, and different people trying to find out what the fuck is happening.
We finally find out my uncle is at X hospital. He actually sends my brother a message saying where he is, and to please bring certain supplies, like clothes, deodorant, etc.
We go to the hospital and agree that I should go in because only one of us can go in because of COVID19.
I go into the hospital, and security refuses to let me in because I'm from out of state, they take the things from me and say they'll deliver them.
My brother and I regroup and decide to grab lunch.
My uncle starts blowing up our phones talking about how we need to go in there immediately and state a law in order to get in there and see how he is being handled and how he's about to be arrested.
We agree to split up. My brother is going to the courthouse to see if he can find out details on his arrest, and I decide to go back to the hospital.
Sure enough, the law my uncle stated worked, and they let me into the hospital to see my uncle.
When I get there, my uncle clearly hasn't slept in days and is visibly nonsensical. He's rambling about his kids, and how great they are, and blah blah.
He's not aggressive, or anything like that. He just looks like a sad and little broken man.
I can tell he's avoiding the discussion of his current situation because he's being monitored by the hospital staff, so I don't press.
Some time after, a sheriff comes in with pink handcuffs to transfer him. He's being transferred to a mental facility for a mental evaluation.
He comments on the handcuffs as the final emasculation jokingly, then complies with the officer.
The sheriff allows me to walk with them to the transport vehicle, where I explain to her the situation and she tells my uncle to authorize me at the new hospital so that I can help him.
He begs me to see him at the new hospital and make sure he's okay.
I nod and tell him I'll do what I can.
After this I regroup with my brother and he was successful in finding out the phone number for the clerk in the county and a docket #, so from there I was able to find out about his charges.
From here, my sister and I scrambling to find him an attorney that can help him.
The first attorney we try provides little to no help, and wants a 6500 retainer, and says he can't help until he's released from the mental facility.
I spend the next week away from home and my kids, in a hotel, doing what I feel is the right thing.
At this point, my uncle's wife and kids want him locked him on the premise that he's some violent killer.
He's been pretty much completely abandoned except for us trying to get him out.
So I focus finding out more about the case, finding him another attorney that can help, and trying to find out the details of his current involuntarily admission.
We find a new attorney and my brother pays for the retainer, and I then spend the next few days communicating with the attorney and my uncle (who is in the mental facility) daily, trying to figure out a way to get him out.
My uncle tells me in Spanish over the phone that he is innocent, and that this entire thing is a lie.
I tell him, "Of course, that's obvious to anyone that knows you. I promise, we're doing everything we can to get you out of there."
I also warn him, to be careful with anything he tells his sons because they're very clearly not on his side here.
In the opinion of BitchA and BitchB we should leave him to rot so he can get the help he clearly needs.
So I emphasize that he needs to be extremely careful until he gets out of there and we speak to his attorney.
I can't physically see my uncle at all now because this new mental facility has ZERO visitations due to covid, I can only call him.
After a week of phone calls and back and forth with my uncle, I finally get out of one of the women at the hospital that we can do a family discharge meeting (this was only because of the advice the attorney had given me to press them for discharge options).
At this point I was flying back home to see my wife and kids, but I insist that the woman schedule the family discharge meeting since it's virtual now anyways, so she does and I can take it from home.
I get on the phone with my uncle, his assigned doctor, social worker, and assigned nurse, and they basically interrogate me on my uncle's character and what I think of the situation.
I tell them my perception of the events, based off of his wife's history, her messages, and my uncle's history.
Long story short, bitch is crazy, he a good boy.
They feel that his behavior for the past week corroborates that, and they say they'll let him out tomorrow.
Fucking finally, an end to it right? My brother tells me, "I don't feel comfortable driving back with him alone..."
Fuck me, back on the plane to go meet up with my brother.
He's picked up my uncle who has now been discharged.
I see my uncle, and he's clearly not on his A game due to lack of sleep is what I can gather.
He's not violent, or angry or anything, if anything more passive and squeamish than usual.
We decide to sleep the night in a hotel, then in the morning we'll drive to my uncle's house and get his shit, then drive back to my home.
My brother stays behind at the hotel because he needs to do some things for work.
I go with my uncle on a 40min drive to the police station around where the event happened and ask for a civil standby.
The police officer calls his wife and lets her know that we are going to the residence.
At this time I have my uncle's things on me, including his phone, and I notice BitchA and BitchB are sending messages shortly after the police encounter to call them immediately.
I ignore the messages, and we go with the police officer to get my uncle's shit.
The officer tells him, you got 15 minutes to grab your shit and go.
The officer was nice, and gave us a bit more time, never made us feel rushed, but let me tell you, watching a man empty his possessions into a few garbage bags was heart wrenching, but I did my best to help him.
Anyways, we regroup, and then we start the long drive home.
This story was a lot longer than I thought it'd be, and I'm only halfway(?) through? I'm going to take a break and then I'll come back to it.
Spoiler alert. Ends poorly.
My immediate reaction is "wait, what?"
I ask what was he hospitalized for, and she says it was because his blood pressure was high. I ask if my cousins know anything, if anyone knows if he's alive. The answer is no, one of his sons has already disowned him on the premise that my uncle abused his wife and tried to kill her.
She now has a restraining order against him and everything, so he was bailed and sent home.
My mom just beat cancer a few months ago, she has hypertension, and diabetes, like she's not a healthy individual, and she's panicking over her brother. She's had almost had a stroke a few times from her blood pressure, etc. Not a healthy woman.
She asks me, what do I think of the situation, if I think my uncle actually did it.
This is what I know about my uncle, he's a good kind man, and always has been. He's never committed a crime, he's never done anything wrong.
I say, "Fuck no, no way. It's unbelievable, his wife is built like a God damn bull, and he's like 4-5 inches shorter than her, and doesn't have a muscle on his body. Even if he wanted to hurt her, I don't believe it from the physical standpoint."
This is the backstory I know, his wife, and him alone in a house in the middle of nowhere. He suddenly loses his mind and tries to kill his wife, according to her messages to my mother (I'll come back to this).
Knowing my uncle, and knowing his alcoholic of a wife, who acts like a drunk crazy woman half the time, I have zero doubt my uncle didn't actually do anything to her.
This is where the fun begins.
I say "We need to make sure he's alive, and we need to get him."
My father is like "I might be able to take Friday off and maybe I can go with your brother, you need to stay with your babies."
I reply "I don't know, I feel like that's too late if this is the case. What if he's alone and had a heart attack? I'm willing to go."
My older brother is in the background with my parents and volunteers, and he says, "I'll go with you brother."
My mom then says, "Please drive (~24 hour drive), don't fly. My brother has severe anxiety, and he won't be able to fly (ha this comes back later)."
So like that, on a Wednesday night, I tell my boss I need some time for family and decide to embark on the trip to go make sure my uncle is alive.
During this time, his two sons contact my mother. One of them tell her, who I shall note as BitchA, that his father is a killer, and that she must promise to never speak to him again, because BitchA is worried that his father could hurt her.
My mother tells him sorry not sorry, I can't cut off my brother.
The other son, who I shall note as BitchB, is in touch with my sister with updates, so far seems to be neutral.
Neither of these bitches live with their parents, they're both out of state.
Now, BitchA and BitchB find out I'm on the road with my brother, and this is where the fun begins.
I get a message from my uncle's stepson, who I shall note as LilBitch, telling me to turn the fuck around and to stay out of this. His poor mother has had enough stress. I ignore it, my brother and I keep driving.
My brother and I do the drive, and are about at the halfway mark, when he gets a call from BitchB telling him he needs to turn around and stay the fuck out of this. His father is insane and dangerous. There's nothing that we can do but make matters worse.
Think of his poor mother, BitchB insists, blah blah.
My brother only becomes more suspicious after that call that something is up, so we both agree to keep going.
We finally reach a point where we can't drive anymore and decide to rest up in a hotel.
The next morning we get up, and my brother and I are back and forth talking to my mom, my sisters, and different people trying to find out what the fuck is happening.
We finally find out my uncle is at X hospital. He actually sends my brother a message saying where he is, and to please bring certain supplies, like clothes, deodorant, etc.
We go to the hospital and agree that I should go in because only one of us can go in because of COVID19.
I go into the hospital, and security refuses to let me in because I'm from out of state, they take the things from me and say they'll deliver them.
My brother and I regroup and decide to grab lunch.
My uncle starts blowing up our phones talking about how we need to go in there immediately and state a law in order to get in there and see how he is being handled and how he's about to be arrested.
We agree to split up. My brother is going to the courthouse to see if he can find out details on his arrest, and I decide to go back to the hospital.
Sure enough, the law my uncle stated worked, and they let me into the hospital to see my uncle.
When I get there, my uncle clearly hasn't slept in days and is visibly nonsensical. He's rambling about his kids, and how great they are, and blah blah.
He's not aggressive, or anything like that. He just looks like a sad and little broken man.
I can tell he's avoiding the discussion of his current situation because he's being monitored by the hospital staff, so I don't press.
Some time after, a sheriff comes in with pink handcuffs to transfer him. He's being transferred to a mental facility for a mental evaluation.
He comments on the handcuffs as the final emasculation jokingly, then complies with the officer.
The sheriff allows me to walk with them to the transport vehicle, where I explain to her the situation and she tells my uncle to authorize me at the new hospital so that I can help him.
He begs me to see him at the new hospital and make sure he's okay.
I nod and tell him I'll do what I can.
After this I regroup with my brother and he was successful in finding out the phone number for the clerk in the county and a docket #, so from there I was able to find out about his charges.
From here, my sister and I scrambling to find him an attorney that can help him.
The first attorney we try provides little to no help, and wants a 6500 retainer, and says he can't help until he's released from the mental facility.
I spend the next week away from home and my kids, in a hotel, doing what I feel is the right thing.
At this point, my uncle's wife and kids want him locked him on the premise that he's some violent killer.
He's been pretty much completely abandoned except for us trying to get him out.
So I focus finding out more about the case, finding him another attorney that can help, and trying to find out the details of his current involuntarily admission.
We find a new attorney and my brother pays for the retainer, and I then spend the next few days communicating with the attorney and my uncle (who is in the mental facility) daily, trying to figure out a way to get him out.
My uncle tells me in Spanish over the phone that he is innocent, and that this entire thing is a lie.
I tell him, "Of course, that's obvious to anyone that knows you. I promise, we're doing everything we can to get you out of there."
I also warn him, to be careful with anything he tells his sons because they're very clearly not on his side here.
In the opinion of BitchA and BitchB we should leave him to rot so he can get the help he clearly needs.
So I emphasize that he needs to be extremely careful until he gets out of there and we speak to his attorney.
I can't physically see my uncle at all now because this new mental facility has ZERO visitations due to covid, I can only call him.
After a week of phone calls and back and forth with my uncle, I finally get out of one of the women at the hospital that we can do a family discharge meeting (this was only because of the advice the attorney had given me to press them for discharge options).
At this point I was flying back home to see my wife and kids, but I insist that the woman schedule the family discharge meeting since it's virtual now anyways, so she does and I can take it from home.
I get on the phone with my uncle, his assigned doctor, social worker, and assigned nurse, and they basically interrogate me on my uncle's character and what I think of the situation.
I tell them my perception of the events, based off of his wife's history, her messages, and my uncle's history.
Long story short, bitch is crazy, he a good boy.
They feel that his behavior for the past week corroborates that, and they say they'll let him out tomorrow.
Fucking finally, an end to it right? My brother tells me, "I don't feel comfortable driving back with him alone..."
Fuck me, back on the plane to go meet up with my brother.
He's picked up my uncle who has now been discharged.
I see my uncle, and he's clearly not on his A game due to lack of sleep is what I can gather.
He's not violent, or angry or anything, if anything more passive and squeamish than usual.
We decide to sleep the night in a hotel, then in the morning we'll drive to my uncle's house and get his shit, then drive back to my home.
My brother stays behind at the hotel because he needs to do some things for work.
I go with my uncle on a 40min drive to the police station around where the event happened and ask for a civil standby.
The police officer calls his wife and lets her know that we are going to the residence.
At this time I have my uncle's things on me, including his phone, and I notice BitchA and BitchB are sending messages shortly after the police encounter to call them immediately.
I ignore the messages, and we go with the police officer to get my uncle's shit.
The officer tells him, you got 15 minutes to grab your shit and go.
The officer was nice, and gave us a bit more time, never made us feel rushed, but let me tell you, watching a man empty his possessions into a few garbage bags was heart wrenching, but I did my best to help him.
Anyways, we regroup, and then we start the long drive home.
This story was a lot longer than I thought it'd be, and I'm only halfway(?) through? I'm going to take a break and then I'll come back to it.
Spoiler alert. Ends poorly.
