Okay...this sounds awfully familiar. I had my moments of the Mrs. trying to control what I read or whatever--there was even a Sparlock-style incident over an Indiana Jones Potato Head (golden idol in his hand?? Toss it!!)--but this seems even crazier than that. Like, a heck of a lot crazier. Like, I'd be sleeping with one eye open kind of crazier.
But the fact that she's controlling even the money, and keeping you off-balance with gravitating from nice to mean, trying to clock your activities and textin' you every 5 minutes--all of this stuff is like, major emotional abuse. The elders are participating in it as well, surprise, surprise.
I don't know how you haven't just gotten really p.o.'d and had it all out with these bastards. I'm an absolute sucka, and I couldn't last but so long without some nuclear incident going down between us every so often. It's a miracle we survived all of that--or just the fact that I'm still a sucka, just less of one than I used to be, so less of this crap happens at home. But it's a constant struggle to take back freedom and hold onto it. We need to have a little fireside chat about how to properly smuggle stuff into the home...
This is madness. You really need to get involved with the finances; educate yourself if you don't know what to do. You have to understand that you're putting yourself at someone else's mercy if they control and manage the money. And she doesn't strike me as too merciful. It's just not worth the anguish of being utterly under somebody's thumb. Sooner or later, something has to go down to settle this once and for all. Whether you want it or not, they're expending all this energy to take you down, man. There are alternatives to ease the control a little, but you need to be creative. Have some ice cream or a coffee. That always helped me cope. Excuse: got hungry. Stopped for edibles. What edibles? The kind you can eat. Okay, making myself laugh. Women just hate vague answers like that. But that's where the creativity comes in. Lying by omission ends up being the inevitable lot of the emotionally abused husband, so...get used to it, pal. I mean, hey, if you're goin' to the lake of fire anyway, you [blanking] apostate son of a [blank], what's a few more lies going to matter?
Elders stalking your house like mob enforcers, driving by slowly? Man! To avoid legal liability, switching to passive voice, "Some have chosen to throw water balloons or use Super Soaker water guns against individuals who engage in stalking behavior. Others, who may feel even more strongly, may fill one water gun with ketchup and the other with mustard, in imitation of Bartholomew Simpson. What happens after that is between the individual and possibly how fast the elders can roll up their windows. Each individual must make a conscientious decision about how to handle such a situation.* *The Beast-Tower does not endorse the use of water for anything beyond transportation and cleansing. See whichever Beast-Tower article was about Christians not drinking water."
I better go back and read to see if I missed any other stuff to comment on here. Ah. As for the research, you'll need to find someplace outside the home for Web usage in your area, someplace you're not likely to encounter Borg cubes. That'll be your best bet. I keep the ex-JW stuff to a minimum at home myself even now. It's just good common sense. Find a library, a FedEx Office, an unknown Internet cafe, something. And she has to go to sleep sooner or later. There's always that. Hmm. You've got some figuring out to do. Hang in there.
--sd-7
and cover your tracks.