I believe a judge accept a bribe to destroy me in 2019. Here's how and why.

I have finally put the events together- of the last three plus years since I was kidnapped by a very wealthy man. The duress I have survived seemed like everyone was out to get me. But who would be so vain? Why would I assume this was a well planned attack?

At the time I never put it together. I was busy begging every self-help opportunity possible to get back to my son, age 9 at the time. The then-duress was overwhelming to simply stay alive. That was what prompted the beginning of my suppressed childhood memories of unreal abuse.

When I tried taking my captor, Domenic Joseph Eula to small claims court, things didn’t go well. I was trying to regain some money from all I had lost since he stole my life with lies. I wasn’t after much, hence a “small claim”. I was still unaware of many things then, blinded by pure malice and trauma.

When I filed my claim in 2019, I was met with a counter-suit. Eula claimed my filing was frivolous and that I was a gold digger. More or less. I was a lamb to slaughter, yet again. Prior to the court appearance, I sent this letter to the judge in response to Eula‘s counter-claim on this page: https://www.justexhale.org/mr-mulah

This letter is enough to make almost anyone cry. Especially knowing that three years later I am no better off. I continue to lose everything because people are vultures and the cruelty is staggering.

That day in court, I was naïve enough to think I could say anything. I tried. The judge was as cruel as it gets and would not allow me to speak a word. She had me swiftly removed from the courtroom, and off the courthouse premises altogether.

Eula's "banker" numbers, handwritten:

The numbers as actually intended and executed. Eula tracked every dime before he decided to court me in 2018. I broke his numbers down by his intention.

I was hanging on to life and getting NO help from any human services entity of Colorado. At the time I assumed everyone hated me, and that was why I wasn't getting any help from the food stamp office and others. Why not, Eula had already put as much physical distance and made sure I'd end up with no friends and drive family away. He made sure all hope of escaping him was gone.

Before my case was called, I noticed that Eula’s attorney, Kenneth Pace was handling all of the cases before mine. As they dragged me out in pathetic hopeless tears. I also made a mental note that he was also representing the case following me.

This judge and this lawyer worked together all the time. If nothing else, they have rapport.

As I fast-forward the clock to 2020 when Eula demanded my rental deposit at the end of my lease and caused major drama, that same judge was involved. I was a crime victim and my landlord got involved. I was treated like a criminal, laughed at, harassed for my debilitating Chronic PTSD and they took my gun away. For a week. The landlord bragged about being friends with this judge. I didn’t know that detail until much later.

This very wealthy man is and was obsessed with me. He has gone to extreme efforts to punish my escape. He reads this website daily. He follows me on LinkedIn so often he accidentally requested to connect.

Now, his lawyer and this judge work closely on a daily basis. I find it hard to believe this is all coincidence.