The Campaign So Far..
I was made homeless because of family violence, my husband who loves money more than women, was bribed out of the marriage and further coached into taking the role of a perpetrator of family violence as a way out; please refer to the following passage, words my husband complied on is own accord, on a formal letter to the police commissioners office involving corrupt CID Officials:
...then they started defaming my wife with abusive remarks some of which included; -that she used me and she stole all my money - that she is Australian and she has aids -that she is to old for me and in a few years won't have kids. Then one of the detectives wanted to speak to me alone in the rear yard of the police station. We had a very long conversation were at one point had practically offered to pull some strings and guarantee me a job as a police inspector since I have a university degree but I had to sever all contact with my wife to do so (details found in the first link provided above);
...and they were apparently taking their instructions from Australia, an illegal cross-reference carried forward by the Federal Police on a closed case using Australian Tax Dollars - communication that should never have happened.
On his way out of the marriage, he was sure to make false allegations of drugs and prostitution to excuse his unreasonable behaviors, but what he didn't want anyone to know is that he gave in to police corruption and was accepting tax-free cash handouts under the table, under the instruction of corrupt CID officials abusing their power of position, who also pre-arranged another partner for my husband, who was deemed more suitable simply because she was Maltese - but my husband didn't seem to mind using her for sex and she didn't care that he was married to a person he claimed to love more than her. It was a profitable arrangement for them both, a new car/motorbike, tax-free cash hand outs, all expenses paid trip to America/London and job security - well who wouldn't slay another person's innocence for all that? Me, that's who!
My husband was not given the blame by his own community, and his all expenses paid extra-marital affair (by my husban's own admission) was supported by both the Ministry for Social Solidarity and The Ministry for Education and Employment - and out of all that mess, a baby was conceived in betrayal who has the incorrect father on her birth certificate to keep reputations intact, an action that was supported by senior staff of the M'Dai Hospital; and of course at a price, everyone shut's the fuck up!
Let's look at it like this to give a clear picture of what he's actually done - if my husband is married to someone who for example takes drugs and sells her body and (on top of all the lies he's told about her to cover his ass for engaging in crimes of corruption), he further adds that he doesn't love her, that he feels sorry for her, that she's giving him drugs and that she hits him playing the role of the quiet little victim and this is all supported by local ministries who can destroy people with just one phone call, who's side do you think the Maltese People are going to take? ...I on the other hand, was the subject of cultural abuse and crimes of corruption, Authoitarian Style, AND I SURVIVED!
Deemed a man of good moral character, he was accepted into the Malta University to do his masters in Criminology (or should I say, a masters in crime); something I've been pushing for him to do since before we got married; he quickly secured a job with the Ministry of Social Solidarity (a job he did not qualify in terms of good moral character - a core requirement) working for the LEAP Project dealing with victims of Domestic Violence and the poor and destitute, while my emails to the same ministry seeking support for accommodation were denied; my husband was then transferred to the Ministry of Education and Employment at a time when I pursuing entry into the Malta University - my application to enter as a mature age student requiring no documents, was rejected for three consecutive years. This year in 2017, I will be making another application to study a Bachelor in Psychology only, which means I will be sitting the Biology exam on 12th September.
I am not your average homeless person, I turn to God for assistance instead of drugs, prostitution and crimes of corruption, and it works. I am a law abiding citizen because I respect myself. I believe in paying taxes and working on honest terms. As a child of God, I feel quite strongly that it is my responsibility to do the right thing and that if I don't, the only person I will be cheating in the end is myself; and therefore, I have focused my time on the streets running campaigns for women and children of Domestic Violence trying to make the best of a bad situation, mainly in raising awareness and online interaction - and internet access came sparingly. I have also taken a vow of silence for one week (winter 2015) to get the message across, which generated 160 odd viewers per day for that entire week via LinkedIn and Facebook - it inspired others to speak up.
Now I am in the process of completing the last chapter of my book soon to be published titled, 'Betrayed NOT Beaten (click here for the Brief)', a tell all publication exposing matters of family violence and crimes of corruption - it's based on a true story, mine - however, using the Lenovo Tablet Device is slowing things down, as the apps available are not quite adequate for completing a 550 page publication...
It's not all glory despite my God given strengths and problem skills that are second to none, my family has been split up, my credibility and accountability damaged by way of defamation, slander and constructive set up's for failure. I have no family, no income, no privacy and no home, and long lost friends a million miles away.
BUT
An old Guru once told me, 'NO WAR IS WON WITHOUT LOSSES AND THESE ARE THE SPOILS OF WAR'.
A WAR AGAINST WOMEN THAT IS NOT WON BECUASE IT'S NOT FAUGHT, WE ARE DIVIDED BY BETRAYAL BUT NOT BEATEN!
My husband emailed this letter (as seen above), which he complied on his own accord for assistance with housing, to both the Housing Authority and The Ministry of Social Solidarity, and we were offered government housing at 109 Conception Street in Msida within 24 hours - it didn't have a kitchen, it was just two rooms on top of each other in need of repair but we didn't care we took it.
After my husbands first admission of infidelity, following Domestic Abuse by him, I packed his bags and threw him out. I emailed both the Ministry for Social Solidarity and the Housing Authority to remain in the house and in return, the I was given 5 days notice to vacate with no alternative accommodation, leaving me out on the streets.
My husband kept the spare copy of the key and was using the premises to have sexual relations in private with girls who are not of a consenting age attending the local high school in Msida - while claiming to love the mother of his child.
When I sent a detailed email to the Housing Authority, which I carbon copied to the Ministry of Social Solidarity and Marie Louise Coliero, including in that email was the girls identity information (who all fell below the age of consent), I was told to get professional help by the Senior Social Worker of the Ministry for Social Solidarity; so I blew thew the whistle online instead and told that Senior Social Worker who had such a good repall with the general public, to re-visit her job role and re-think her duty of care with regards to addressing matters of concerns affecting young girls who are not mentally mature enough to sexually protect themselves. I got no response and I wasn't expecing one either.
I was made homeless for the second time because of him. I placed two application with the Housing Authority after being made homeless as a result of family violence and attached all the required documents which I collected from my lawyer and the local police, and upon explaining the family violence my husband subjected me to, the Senior Social Worker from the Housing Authority told me that it's all in my head and further added, 'All the women's refuge's are full'. I was back outside and constantly harassed by police; who at one point slammed his fist (RIU Officer) on the table where I was resting my head sound asleep in a local shopping centre and as a result my head bounced up and back down again hitting the table hard, which woke me up and left a bruise on my forehead to one side. When I tried to complain, I was not believed.
The above screen shot is a true representation how I deal with friends after marriage; my husband was rejecting invitations to socialize with his friends and behind my back blaming me for it, not just to his friends but also to his family, who very quickly withdrew their support leaving me isolated and dependent on him. I had no one on my side.
One morning my husband purposely hit his head on the basin in the bathroom before going to work, while I was out on the quiet balcony occupied praying the Rosary; and he was working for AWAS, which was right next door to both the Ministry for Education and Employment and The Domestic Violence Commission; and when I asked him for an explanation after witnessing a small bruise under his eye, he told me 'nothing, I slipped'. What he didn't realise is that I was secretly recording him because of his infidelity and caught him on camera creating this mark on his face with intention. My instincts told me that he was up to no good. Later on that week I entered the Domestic Violence Commission and was denied their support, they told me that Domestic Violence also affects men. Then I realized what had happened and entered the Ministry of Education and Employment to see what kind of reaction they would give, and it was the same. The front desk banned me from entering the foyer upstairs to make an appointment directly with the Educaiton Minister, while I was pursuing an another application with the University of Malta.
On my way out the cleaner passed comment in Maltese (thinking that I wouldn't understand her), saying that I should keep my hands to myself and that my husband is too good to me, that I deserve a bastard. I stopped just before the passing through the exit door and told her out loud 'if I hit my husband, he would not have a mini-bruise under his eye, he would be in hospital with a f*cking broken jaw eating out of a straw - didn't you know I can fight, you stupid women?'
