Another Visit to the Guardia Civil…

Back down again today.

To report yet another scratch.

To explain, once more, the strange “gift” left under the passenger seat — a heart, deliberately placed where I would find it. Not blown in by the wind. Not a coincidence. Not random.

Because here’s the truth no one wants to say out loud:
There’s only one person with a spare key to this vehicle.
Only one person who refuses to return it.
Only one person who told the lawyers he “doesn’t know where it is.”
Only one person who has the access — and the motive — to keep inserting himself into my life, into my space, without consent.

They say “report everything,”
even if it happened 24th July – Thursday at the beach.
Even if you’re exhausted.
Even if it’s “just a scratch” or “just a heart.”
Because every incident tells a story.
Every report builds a pattern.
Every time I speak up, it puts one more brick in the wall of truth that cannot be denied.

So I’m reporting it — again.
Because this isn’t just about a car.
It’s about intrusion.
It’s about control.
It’s about refusal to let go.
It’s about a person who wants to haunt you quietly,
but leaves their fingerprints in the dust.

To anyone going through similar:
You’re not crazy. You’re not overreacting. And you’re not alone.

Keep telling the truth.
Even if your voice shakes.
Even if they roll their eyes.
Even if they try to wear you down.
Truth doesn’t need to scream — it just needs to be documented.

Stay safe. Stay grounded. Stay awake.