YEAR 2025 ...SOMETIMES AN IMAGE SAYS MORE THAN WORDS

 

I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE WITH MY FOLLOWERS MY CELEBRATION OF EASTER 2025 EMBRACED BY A PAIN THAT HAS BEEN DIFFICULT FOR ME TO OVERCOME.

April 20, 2025

 

Today the grave of my beloved son was my sacred place full of peace and love to celebrate Easter. Although I had to carry a heavy burden of pain, his memories comforted me. Every day I am struggling to get out of the deep hole in which I am consumed, haunted by the misery that keeps me tied to an almost lost hope of justice.

 … KEEPING MY SILENCE WITH A BROKEN JUSTICE AND HEART.

March 6, 2025

LUIS Y LUPITA...AN INSPIRATION

2024…BRINGING MEMORIES OF MY PROFESSIONAL LIFE TO COMFORT MY ENDLESS MISERY.

 DECEMBER 31, 2024, POST

THE STRUGGLE OF MY LIFE HAS CREATED EMPATHY WITH THE PAIN AND CONDEMNED ME TO LIVE WITH IT.

This year 2024 the pain caused by the loss of my 38-year-old son has consumed me further into the abyss of loneliness and homelessness from which I have not been able to escape. In the darkness of my misery all I can do is grieve my beloved son, feeling obligated to retain my sight to see my miserable world.

 Missing my son for the rest of my life is the worst pain I won't be able to overcome. His sudden and unexpected departure has left me with a terrible sense of loss. His memories warm me inside, but they also tear me apart. I feel as if my heart has been ripped from my chest, leaving me trapped in a never-ending cycle of sorrow.

 I feel like I've been thrown into an underground vault in the same way as my son. We were both buried, he in death and I in life. My grief doesn’t speak, and sometimes I feel living in the shadow of my death.

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THE CELEBRATION OF HALLOWEEN HAS ALWAYS BEEN SPECIAL TO ME, THIS HAS MADE ME RETURN TO MY PAGES TO SHARE THIS EVENT THAT HOLDS UNFORGETTABLE MEMORIES.

 

 JUNE 2024 POST

STARTING THIS JUNE, I WILL PAUSE THE MONTHLY PUBLICATION OF MY MISERIES, WHICH HAVE BEEN INSEPARABLE FROM MY LIFE... MY BLOGS WILL HAVE A TEMPORARY RECESS.

Since June 2012 my web pages have been an open book where I have expressed the misery and injustice that Bank of America and the man with whom I shared part of my life condemned me to live.

As I have so many chapters overflowing with misery that it does not seem to end, I am going to reserve the next misfortunes that will come for the remainder of the year 2024. This silence will also prevent the veracity of my stories from being used falsely to defame my personal life in court. In 2025 I will continue to share these overwhelming experiences with my followers, if I can't edit them someone will do it for me.

My time in New York has left an unforgettable and painful mark on my mind and body. My feet are leaving a footprint of suffering due to the thorny path that I had to travel and barely allows me to walk. Once my medical condition improves, I will resume my protests to Bank of America. Despite the difficulties I have had in the shelters, I will always be grateful to New York City for allowing me to have a roof over my head.

 

MAY 2024 POST

IN THIS MONTH OF MAY I HAD STRONG MIXED EMOTIONS THAT MADE THIS BLOG REVEAL SOMETHING OF MY PASSIONS AND PERSONAL CONCEPTS PERHAPS ABSURD…IN MY NEW DWELLING, I'VE FOUND GOOD PEOPLE AS WELL AS NASTY.

On May 12, 2024, Mother's Day, someone from the shelter gave me a flower with so much feeling that I couldn't refuse it. This employee touched my heart with an unexpected detail that, due to the misery in which I live, moved my soul. I don't like gifts of natural flowers, to me, this is the same gift for those who are born and for those who die, for me it is covering life and death with the same shroud.

 I'm fascinated by skeletons, I can see an image of life and death in the same way, though I'll never be able to see my bones. It reminds me that death doesn't push life away, it's a part of it. I was very impressed to meet Julio Diaz and his rag doll LUPITA. He makes his living by dancing daily with a skeleton. He created this doll to share his life with her and live off the smiles and donations that people give him. He has been at the 42nd Street train station in Times Square for many years. See video https://youtu.be/AgA7g91OyOQ

  In my new shelter I started with a horrible experience with a roommate. I tolerated this situation for two weeks in fear of giving the new shelter an image of a complaining person. The same night I was admitted, when I went to use the bathroom, the toilet had a lot of paper.  After using it and trying to flush the toilet, it was clogged. Someone lent me a toilet plunger. I spent half an hour trying to unclog but was unsuccessful. I called my roommate, and she told me to use the basement bathroom. This problem was very embarrassing to me. The next day, the maintenance people fixed it.

 Three days later I found an adult diaper inside the toilet, I called my roommate and asked her to take it out to prevent the toilet from clogging again. She replied that it wasn't a problem and with her foot flushed the toilet. She told me that she didn't touch anything because she had a phobia of germs. She used a plastic bag on one hand and feet to do everything. The loud bang of kicking in the door when it closes was very outrageous and scared me. When I asked her to be considerate at night because the knocks woke me up, she suggested that I ask for a change of room because she wasn't going to change. I did it and I was moved to another dormitory.

 Also, this month I was hit by a family tragedy in great need of emotional and financial support. My miserable life doesn't allow me to contribute much more than I would like.

 

APRIL 2024 POST

I’M NOT LIVING IN THE SAMARITAN VILLAGE SHELTER; I'M DYING THERE, AND NO ONE CARES... A ROOMMATE’S HARASSMENT MADE ME FILE A POLICE REPORT. I MUST RUN AWAY TO AVOID THIS WOMAN WHILE SHE ENJOYS HER SOCIAL LIFE FREELY…. THE SPRAYS THAT ROOMMATES SPREAD AT NIGHT HAVE WORSE MY SHORTNESS OF BREATH AND I HAVE BEEN IN A HOSPITAL BY EMERGENCY.

In December 2023 a new roommate joined the dorm. I tried to avoid her friendship when I noticed she is a boisterous and intrusive person in my life and on other roommates to control the group. Every night she brings the gossip she collects during the day to tell out loud without caring about the people who are sleeping or resting. On February 3, 2024, she walked by my bed and tapped me on the shoulder in a derogatory manner saying: stop being mean. 

On March 6, 2024, this woman came up to me saying that the umbrella I had drying on the floor was hers. The previous Saturday was a rainy day and security did not allow wet umbrellas to enter. We had to leave them at the entrance of the building inside a trash can. There was a lot of confusion because some umbrellas were lost. This day she told me that security had told her that a short Hispanic woman had grabbed her umbrella and she assumed it was me. The argument ended in her going to ask the director of the shelter to check the cameras and if it was me, I had to give her the umbrella. I waited for the outcome of the investigation and never heard back. On March 15, 2024, this woman came up to me to kiss my head. This action was offensive to me, but I refrained from complaining to her because she was drunk.

 On April 2, 2024, I was concentrating on the computer when suddenly this woman came up to me to grab my head and kiss me, I got scared and answered her with a scream. My rejection made her laugh out loud and then she kissed me again. This act was shocking to me, she wanted to gain my friendship by hook or by crook. On April 7, 2024, when I entered the room after showering, she greeted me and when I didn't answer her, she reprimanded me for not talking to her and told me that if I wanted to be a bitch, she would be a worse bitch. Her attitude terrified me, and I decided to report her to the social worker.

This woman is always aware of my movements, especially in the morning when I go to the cafeteria for breakfast. On April 11, 2024, I sat at one of the tables where there was another resident with whom we have only exchanged greetings. The stalker roommate sat on my left side and watched me from there. Around 7:45 a.m. I left the cafeteria, and she did too. While I was waiting for the elevator, this woman stood behind me. I went back to the cafeteria nervous and told the resident that I was going to wait for a roommate to come out of the basement because I felt persecuted by her. The resident got up from her chair and looked through a glass in the door to see who it was. She was surprised and told me that she knew who she was and that I must be the person she talks about so much because she thinks I stole an umbrella from her. The moment I went back to the cafeteria, the harassing woman did too.

The sprays that some of my roommates spread before bedtime or in the early hours of the morning have caused me a lot of harm. The room has no ventilation, and I get shortness of breath. The inhalation symptoms worsened after the aftermath of COVID-19 in 2020. On January 2, 2024, a roommate sprayed Lysol very close to me and I had a severe reaction. I spent a lot of time in the bathroom trying to breathe and vomited white foam. I reported this incident, but no one from the shelter acted. On April 12, 2024, two roommates I begged not to spray at bedtime, did it in large amounts. They say that the spray kills bacteria and eliminates bad odors. I felt terrible to the point that I had to go by emergency to the hospital.

 On April 15, 2024, I met with a social worker and the assistant director because they asked me to file a police report due to the harassment complaint I wrote. That day the director told me to pack my belongings and wait for a transfer to another shelter. Because of the wait for the transfer, I must be close to the shelter, I have spent long hours sitting on a bench in the street with a view of the neighboring cemetery or walking 10 minutes to go to a McDonald's and then to a nearby library. I can't eat breakfast at the shelter and must avoid any encounters with my stalker.

 

On April 27, 2024, finally, the request I made to the Department of Homeless Services on January 31, 2024, to be transferred to another facility, was granted. Now a new Journey in another shelter begins. All I want the most is to leave this place for an apartment and be able to have the privacy and freedom that I lost a long time ago.

MARCH 2024 POST

I DON'T GIVE UP ON JUSTICE! JUSTICE GAVE UP ON ME!  MY LAWYER GAVE UP ON ME! EVERYONE WAS LOST IN MY SEARCH FOR JUSTICE! THE BATTLE OVER MY ALIMONY ENDED UP CONFRONTING A GHOST MAN INVISIBLE TO THE COURT, THE JUDGES, AND MY LAWYER. VICTOR GUTIERREZ KILLED THE JUSTICE TO KEEP ME HOMELESS.

 SEE THIS MISERABLE STORY WITH EVIDENCE ON MY POST:

 …MY UNTOLD PRIVATE LIFE IS PART OF THE TRIO OF MY MISERABLE KILLERS

AN ADVANCE OF MARCH POST

 I WOULD RATHER DIE UNDER A BRIDGE AS THE MOST MISERABLE OF INDIGENTS, THAN LIVE AS A LOST GHOST HUMILIATED BY THE WICKEDNESS OF THE PEOPLE OF SAMARITAN VILLAGE SHELTER. 3-23-24

 My body, with its medical conditions, is about to give up and collapse on me. I'm exhausted, spending my days on the street, going to a shelter to sleep for a few hours is a killing process that takes my life away. I am trapped in a building ignored by its administrators, who have ignored my request to move to another shelter. I have sent several emails to New York City agencies asking for help and have not received any response.

 On March 10, 2024, an ambulance came to pick me up and took me to the hospital. I had severe symptoms of the flu. Since I didn't have any communication with the shelter managers nor did I have a doctor's letter for a pass to stay in the room, the next day I had to take 3 buses to go to my storage so I could recover. I am still sick with severe coughing. The sprays that roommates put in the room to get away the bad odor from other roommates worsen the shortness of breath left by Covid-19 in 2020.

 To this day I continue to be ignored, my documents have not been corrected, and no one at the shelter cares about my mental and physical deterioration.

FEBRUARY 2024 POST

IF GOD HASN'T TAKEN MY LIFE YET, I DON'T WANT THE WICKEDNESS OF THE PEOPLE AROUND ME TO HASTEN MY DEATH, I'D RATHER DO IT MYSELF

I have no words to describe so much misery that I have experienced this month of February. The people who run the SAMARITAN VILLAGE shelter where I spend my nights destroyed the possibility of renting an apartment after many efforts to contact brokers. They have questioned the legitimacy of my documents due to a $28.20 income increase I had for the year 2024. Since I've been at the shelter, the Social Worker never checks my documents, and they did so when the broker realized they needed to be updated. My mental and physical health is deteriorating more and more every day, and no one cares. My room has 10 occupants, and we must leave from 9:00 am to 5:00 pm. It is difficult to sleep because of people's different lifestyles and habits. At 11 p.m. a supervisor comes to sign for the bed. No matter the bad weather or being sick, we can't stay in the rooms. On February 17, 2024, I felt sick with the discomfort of the flu, with a lot of coughing. The social worker asked me if I wanted her to call an ambulance.

The director always refuses to listen to me, saying that I should talk to her employees first before I talk to her. This situation is frustrating for me because her employers send me to the social worker, and she forgets things or doesn't know or doesn't have time for me. In December 2023, to get a pass to spend Christmas outside the shelter, the social worker would tell me to remember her later and I did so repeatedly for more than two weeks. Other times she would send me to the director and the director would send me back to the social worker. On December 24, another resident informed me that they were giving out Christmas passes.

The shelter is a new building run by inexperienced people with residents over the age of 55. It's like a prison, although it has open doors and an 11 pm curfew. We must record the time of entry and exit and go through security and detector machines. Despite so many rules and warnings, there are fights and the police come frequently. I'm asking for a transfer to another place, but my request has been ignored. Only people who misbehave are sent to another shelter, I'm about to be like one of them.

 JANUARY 2024 POST

 PLEASE SEE VIDEO PROFESSIONAL LIFE: https://youtu.be/iIGKebThVj8

 The year 2024 makes me revive the 44 years since I began my professional life in the United States. This video is a journey of experiences that drown in the misery that Banco de América forced me to live with an unfair dismissal. From 1987 to 2008 I was a dedicated employee and proud to bring the Halloween’s spirit to the bank. My married life was part of my commitment to the bank, my children grew up participating in the events of United Jersey Bank, Fleet Bank, Summit Bank that later merged with BANK OF AMERICA. During the time of my lawsuit against Bank of America for medical discrimination, I tried to rebuild my professional life by working for TD Bank.  Bank of America’s lawyers forced me to tell them where I worked, assuring the judge that they would not involve my new job. In a deceitful and dishonest act, they did it and I had to resign from TD bank.

 I've given so much of myself and lost almost everything, including my married name GUTIERREZ. THANK YOU FOR WALKING INTO MY MEMORIES.

 

I STARTED THIS 2024 WITH AN UNJUST BAN AT THE PLACE THAT PROVIDES ME WITH A ROOF OVER MY HEAD, THIS HAS PUT ME IN A DESPERATE EMOTIONAL STATE... THE GREED AND STINGINESS OF EXTRASPACE’ S STORAGE FORCED ME TO LOOK FOR ANOTHER PLACE.

MY LIFE IN A SHELTER BECOMES AS MISERABLE AS MYLIFE ON THE STREET.

 On January 18, 2024, a supervisor opened my locker in my absence and took 6 bottles of Ensure without telling me the reason for removing it. This nutrient shake is vital to my diet. Because a 6-pack of ensure Plus with fiber is very expensive and the vanilla flavor is hard to find, I usually buy them by the box of 24 bottles, sometimes paying $70.00. The low temperatures of the week of January 15 did not allow me to look for a box and I had to buy the six-pack.

 

The next day I spoke with the director of SAMARITAN VILLAGE about the removal of my ensure, having her permission to store it since October 26, 2023, when I arrived at the shelter. The director informed me that had changed its mind because other residents were violating the rule of not eating in the rooms. I was asked to bring a letter from the doctor showing that I needed the ensure. As this product is available for free sale in pharmacies, supermarkets, bodegas etc. I don't think it's necessary to go to a doctor to have the bottles with me. Every day I carry a bottle to drink on the street where I spend most of my time. I don't consume it inside the shelter. My tearful plea to have the ensure was denied.

 This ban has been very traumatic for me because the ensure has been essential to me since 2012 when I moved to New York living in rooms where I was not allowed to cook. Not being able to keep the Ensure has a tremendous impact on my daily life, and I'm struggling not to fall into depression when crying overwhelms me. The only place I can store it is in my storage. It takes 3 buses to get there, and it's difficult for me to go every day due to my medical condition.

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The excessive increase of the rent by my storage at Extra Space/ Life storage in New York forces me to move out. In July 2022 I started paying $188.00 for a 5x10 unit. In March 2023 the rent was increased to 214.00. In January 2024 to $ 226.00.  I received a note informing me that after February 2024 the rent will be increased to $306.00. I asked the manager why the online prices are too low, and they told me it's to attract customers and then they raise the prices, and they could pay more than they raised me.

 

ExtraSpace units are not worth the rental prices. The storage at 2036 Webster Ave, Bronx is unsafe. The unit has an easy-to-cut mesh roof and people can jump to the next unit to steal. Last year 5 units were stolen this way. There is no heating, during low temperatures the cold inside is equal to the cold outside. Above my unit is an air conditioner that is used as a fan and blows very cold air on me. The only outlet where customers can charge their phone is locked with a key, as are the carts.

 

 

 

PROFESSIONAL LIFE

... MY UNTOLD PRIVATE LIFE IS PART OF THE TRIO OF MY MISERABLE KILLERS.

  

Victor M Gutierrez, my ex-husband, broke our settlement of divorce leaving me totally in the street. In 2020 he used the pandemic to reduce my alimony illegally, in February 2024 he stopped payments of my life insurance. I am currently begging for help in the City of New York. I go to Samaritan Village Shelter just to sleep for a few hours, then I have no place to go but the street or my storage. I feel lost and hopeless in this shelter living in a hostile environment. The administrators doubt the credibility of my alimony by asking me to enforce the full payments since it is a Court Order. My documents show what I am receiving.

 Since 2003 Victor has tried to terminate/reduce my alimony with lies and deception but all his motions have been denied. As follows there is proof of all the attempts made by the court to reinforce payments of my alimony.

 On January 20, 2023, I asked the court to increase the percentage deducted from Victor’s Social Security. My motion was granted in part.

On March 22, 2023, I paid $5,000.00 to Ms. Barbara Cowen attorney at law using a credit card and borrowing money to enforce Victor alimony payments and arrears.

 On September 5, 2023, Victor presented another motion, and the court denied it. My attorney received a copy, but she could not do anything. Victor never responded to any communication.

 On May 26, 2022, attorneys for Victor, Venino and Venino informed the owner of the building where his business JAV American Express Multiservice is located that the business will be transferred to his stepson Jay Galvis.

On August 11, 2022, the Court ruled that Victor is acting in bad faith and he will be sanctioned if he does not comply with the court order. “…Here, the Court is of the position that sanctions are appropriate to compel the Defendant’s compliance with his Order due to Defendant’s bad faith and blatant disregard of the parties’ PSA and the Court’s prior enforcement Orders regarding the same issue addressed here.  Therefore, the Court will order that if the Defendant does not timely comply with any of the terms of this Order, he shall be sanctioned $40.00 per week for each week that he fails to pay his weekly alimony and arrears.

 

In 2019, Victor moved to Colombia and established a business investing in real estate.

 On 2017 Victor used a lawyer to lie and deceive the court by saying his wife Ana Galvis utilized 100% of her premarital funds to establish a small business called JAV Latin American Express Multiservice. This is a huge lie, according to Ana’s divorce Ana’s husband left nothing to her.

On March 22, 2013, the court found that Victor is the proprietor of JAV Latin American Express Multiservice, indicating that his tax return of 2011 reveals that his business earns $ 384,283 in gross receipts.

I am the person that Victor has fooled the most. On May 12, 2002, he gave me an emotional Mother’s Day card. PIC 14 On May 30, 2002, he left the house and moved to an apartment with Ana Galvis. On the tenancy application he states Ana as a wife and her son as his. Victor married Ana on August 16, 2003, while he was married to me. Our divorce was on September 18, 2003. 

Victor had already put me in a homeless situation in 2012 by terminating my alimony and reporting me as a missing/dead person while he enjoyed traveling with Ana, my former friend. 

My married life was part of Victor's professional life. I spent time with his employees to support his management image.

I know that Victor reads my blogs to report to the Court what I write. There is nothing false in this testimony: the documents show his miserable actions. His residency in Colombia allows him to ignore any kind of communication that the court and my lawyer have tried to make to contact him.

Victor, if you don't like this post and want to take legal action against me, I'll be waiting for you in New Jersey Court. Sincerely, Your homeless ex-wife

MY MARRIED LIFE... A marriage that ended in adultery with one of my married friends who betrayed me. Here are the protagonists of this never-ending story. This testimony is supported by documents that prove everything I say.

 On 1983 I met Victor when he was the manager of Avianca Colombian airline in New York. I was working for Banco de Bogotá a Trust co. from a Colombia’s bank. In June 1984 our first son was born and in July 1985 we married. I was for Victor like his business card to support his professional imagen of a married man. I raised our 3 sons by myself, and I took care of the house due to his frequent business traveling. I had to give up my dreams as an author and choose my marriage over my books.

 In the year 2000 I met Ana, soon our friendship involved our family, and we joined parties and family events. I asked Ana to help me promote my book “The American Dream” through the Spanish Association where she was secretary. In 2001 the Association asked for the collaboration of Avianca to participate in an end-of-year event. On May 30, 2002, Victor left the house and moved to an apartment with Ana. On the tenancy application he states Ana as a wife and her son as his. On August 20, 2002, Ana divorced her husband.

On December 12, 2002, Victor stated to the court that the breakup of our marriage was for my bad relationship with his mother. He states that for years we had heated arguments initiated by me involving my relationship with his mother. He said I refused to allow her into our house and send money to her in Colombia. These arguments were increasing and there was no reason to continue living together. This is totally false. I did take care of his mother and lived with her despite the miserable life she gave me.

 In 2003 I became secretary of the Hispanic association along with Ana. I was blind not to see Victor and Ana cheating on me. On August 16, 2003, Victor married Ana in a Holy matrimony.  On September 18, 2003, we had our settlement of divorce. Our divorce became a family tragedy for me and our sons with a lot of miserable events. My lawyers asked me to give up the portion of the money I was entitled to in exchange for permanent ALIMONY. In 2005 Victor established businesses with large profits. Despite  that he started making motions, lying and deceiving the court to reduce/terminate my alimony but his attempts up to today date have been failed.

 On 2012 Victor and our sons knew my decision to move to New York. Suddenly my alimony was terminated, and I became homeless using my storage as a shelter. I called him to ask about the payment of my alimony and he told me that he had declared me dead/missing.  According to him he hired a lawyer, they put an Ad in a local NJ newspaper to find me. In view of the fact that I didn’t show up, they stopped my alimony. I went to court and Victor was ordered to deposit the money in less than 48 hours. I didn’t file charges against him. December 14, 2014, he said alimony has taken a tremendous toll on his life and his marriage to the extent that his wife threatened to divorce him. In 2019 Victor moved to Colombia to get away from the alimony.  In 2020 he used the pandemic to illegally reduce my alimony leading me in a financial hardship to rent an apartment and have court dates.

 In his most recent motion dated March 8, 2023, Victor defamed me to avoid alimony payments. He is taking information from my web pages where I express the miserable life I have in New York, so the court sees me as a corrupt person. He is making a wrong and false statement in my last housing case. He states that I currently have an open eviction case, in the Bronx County courts, in Washington, in New York. According to him, I have a pending case. All his arguments are false, I have never been evicted, on July 8, 2022, I moved from this place and the case is closed. What I post on my blog  www.bankofamericamykiller.com is backed by evidence. Victor is making a false story to create a bad image of me and the court rules in his favor.

 Victor also brought to court events that occurred in my teenage past. He says I tricked him by not telling him details of what happened in my adolescence. He is now using this information as a reason for our divorce, different from the one he gave in the judgment of divorce that was for arguments with his mother. He also claims that our marriage was a hoax even though I was a dedicated wife and mother. I will not give up and I will fight for this right until the last day of my life, which is when my ALIMONY ends.