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Friday, October 31, 2014

After the three previous messages, I now also think that I shall write a concentrated and short note about what happened regarding my daughter, her mother, and me, in 1986.

From Friday, January 17; to Sunday, January 19, 1986; my daughter and I were together at my place, as it had been usual for us to be, since I got separated in 1979, and later divorced. Her mother called at Sunday, and said that her family was there, and asked if she could come and get our daughter earlier than agreed on. Our daughter did not want that. But I said that maybe she could come home earlier that day, if she could be more together with me another time; and that she agreed on. But she did not want it.

When I called her mother on the telephone, on the Monday afterwards, she only hang up the phone. And it continued that way.

12 days after this, Friday, January 31; I went to where my daughter lived together with her mother. Her mother and I talked about what had happened. She said that her family had been so many, that she not had been able to manage how they took control over it all. My daughter's mother wanted to call one of my friends, who she did not know, even I did not want that. He only called the police, and they came and took me away, and said that I should not be there. After that, this also only become worse and worse.

Friday, February 7; I had lied and cried the whole night, because I was thinking about that my daughter's mother only become more and more bewildered. And both the police and others had said, when they were laughing, that maybe they should take my daughter's mother instead of me. I do not trust people who behave that way. And I tried to do something by myself, because I could not trust others. I went to my daughters mother and slapped her like you do to someone who is unconscious.

After that, we talked for many hours. I also went out for about 30 minutes, and bought something to eat, and came back. Then my doctor called, and talked to her. Then the police came and took me to the doctor. She sat behind her desk and smiled.

After this, I more and more lost my memory, until nothing was left of it, in the summer that year.

I have never beaten someone my whole life, not a single human a single time. And these people who did this against me; have started to say that I both have beaten my daughter and her mother. And that talking has developed more and more, when I not could remember anything longer.

It is these people' lies, which have done so much harm, not me. I did not harm anyone. But these people' lies, have harmed more that it is possible to understand.

David H. Hegg