Every day, we would find out something wickedly new that she had been doing to the business or myself behind my back. She was so manipulative, condescending, untruthful and for whatever reason, hated me to the extremes. At one point, our mutual friend told me she wanted my family and my kids burned to death. Holy crap! What the heck could I have done for a relative to say something that evil and harsh. That part of this puzzle was the worst. I’ve always been known to give. I never receive and I like it that way. I give my heart, soul, anything a person needs whether I know them or not. My whole family is this way. We do not have enemies. Never did. Through secret meetings and emails, she spread the word of hate and lies to everyone around me. I just can’t believe I was stupid enough not to notice that whole time. I have always been very observant on my life. How could I miss all of this? I must have, finally in my life, felt secured and hopeful, trustful and safe. I let my gaurd down. Big mistake that I will probably suffer from for the rest of my life. It seemed myself, the family and my staff were struggling through the web and piecing things together finally and were almost at the end. It was June 2012. A few days shy of my husband and my sons birthdays. The day actually came. I woke up in the morning, had a shower and started getting ready for work. Left out the garage door and decided to have a quick cigarette on the steps of the garage before getting into my car to head for work. Sure enough, two cop cars parked in front of my house. Two officers approached me, a male and female, telling me I was under arrest. Unbelievable. I was in such shock and could not believe what was happening to me but it sure was happening. It was June 7th, 2012. I will never forget the day. As my rights were being read, they walked me to the police car. My kids were in school and husband at work. They told me I was charged with five counts of fraud and five counts of theft. Yes, me. I am not sure at what people view shock to be but to me, I was dazed. It felt like a bad dream and I was going to wake up soon or my heart would stop. It was apparent that the officers were having fun with me. I guess police like to torture their apparent victims as much as they can legally. They put me in a room and I was not allowed to move. No calls no police, no interrogations…..yet. A five by five foot room for at least six hours. Being a diabetic, no water no meds. I could feel my heads starting to hurt. I laid my head on the little table and fell asleep. The dizziness was getting more extreme. Finally, an officer came in and asked if I would like to make a phone call. I of course, said yes and was given a phone right outside the door. My first call was to my lawyer friend of course. He was shocked and told me to hang in there. He was calling a criminal defence lawyer and he would be down right away to let me out. The only thing he was able to also tell me was if they decided to talk or interrogate me, not to say anything!!! To not answer any of their questions!!! I was so angry because I wanted to answer questions so badly!! They had only heard one side of the story. Wouldn’t it help to hear mine? My lawyer again, almost yelling at me, said not to answer any questions. I thanked him and hung up. Another few hours went by. They would not bring me water. Was this a part of their interrogation? Deny the diabetic water? Ok. What ever. Finally, the arresting officer came in and told me we were to go to another room to chat. I told him I needed water please and that I was a diabetic with no water or meds at all. He grabbed a can of coke and let me into another room. He scared me so badly, I was unable to open the can of coke. Firing questions at me angrily. I told him I was unable to answer them. I told him several times I was wanting to answer so badly but I was advised by my lawyer to wait for him. This madness seemed to go on forever but it lasted another four hours. He seemed to get angrier by the hour and continued to yell and freak out only 3 inches from my face. I could not believe all the accusations. The untrue unbelievable accusations that were so far out to left field! What in the hell was he talking about? I hated that I could not respond. Heightened frustration that I had never in my life experienced before. I have had all the extreme of all emotions in my life but this kind of frustration was weighing heavy on me. It was so hard not being able to talk and defend myself with all of those horrible accusations coming at me for hours. Horrible things I apparently did and said that were all untrue. The other worst of all frustrations was that I was holding all the evidence at home. I had all the evidence to prove that this whole thing was a set up. A lie. A manipulation. A jealousy move on my cousins part. It truly is amazing what jealousy can do to people. Now I’ve seen it first hand. The arresting officer finally told me I could speak to my lawyer and left the room. This bearded man with longish dark wavy hair, young and in a suit, appeared at the door. He shook my hand and introduced himself as Dean, my defence lawyer. He seemed pretty up to par with what was going on. Definitely more knowledge than I had, that’s for sure. He went over what they were doing with me and my medications needed. He told me I would be going down to the city jail but not to worry. Dean would be getting me out as soon as he could after I faced a judge. I was still numb. It really didn’t phase me. I was such an expert at this point, to be able to numb my body and my mind. Protecting myself from harm. In a way, I was thankful I could do that or by now, I would have completely lost my mind. Just as I walked out of the room with my lawyer, my husband showed up. They allowed me to hug him. My lawyer shook my hand and told me he would be in touch with me. He then walked away with my husband, talking to him further. The arresting officer walked me to his car. He was taking me downtown to the city jail. Again, very thankful I was able to numb my body and soul.