Ben Douglas’ $20 Million Theft From Me Is Killing Me. Why Does No One Care About My Life?

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There is no such thing as a “marital separation agreement” in California.

There is divorce — which requires equal representation, due process, and judicial oversight — or there is fraud.

What happened to me was fraud.

Ben Douglas, a high‑powered attorney earning over a million dollars a year, engineered a fake, non‑existent legal process to pull me into a mediation I never should have been in — not in a high‑net‑worth divorce, and definitely not while I was going through a documented mental health crisis.

I had no lawyer.

I had no understanding of the process.

I had no knowledge of my rights.

And I was the primary caregiver of two children, a stay‑at‑home mom who trusted the man I married.

He planned the entire thing.

He used my vulnerability.

He used my lack of legal training.

And he used the mediation — which should never have occurred in a multimillion‑dollar marital estate — to steal everything.

A $5 million home I found, hired the architect for, designed, and built.

Tens of millions in marital assets.

Lifetime alimony that California law entitles a long‑term spouse to.

Custody.

Stability.

Safety.

He took it all.

And the system let him.

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⚠️ The Mediation Was Fraud — Not an Agreement

During the mediation:

I was undergoing a psychiatric evaluation with Dr. Michael Schwab, who diagnosed me not with bipolar disorder but with Spiritual Emergence, a non‑pathological, temporary adjustment state recognized in transpersonal psychology.

Ben knew this.

He used it to push me into an illegal, coercive mediation instead of a proper divorce proceeding.

This was a high‑asset divorce.

There were millions on the table.

Both parties should have been represented by competent legal counsel.

I was not.

Ben hired a lawyer for me — a conflict of interest so glaring it’s shocking anyone allowed it.

That lawyer met with me once or twice, then said:

“You are being screwed. I can’t ethically sign this.”

But in the fog of fear, emotional distress, and coercive control, I signed anyway.

I believed I would never see my children again if I resisted.

This wasn’t an agreement.

This was fraud, plain and simple.

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💔 Aunt Joyce: “This Is Abuse”

After the mediation, I collapsed mentally and emotionally.

My Aunt Joyce — the only person who ever loved me unconditionally — became my conservator.

She was a highly respected attorney with decades of experience.

And she said:

“I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“This was coercive.”

“Ben is abusing you.”

She watched him:

Charge me to stay in the Airbnb on our own property

Charge me to use the family car

Threaten me when she tried to protect me

Use financial control as a weapon

Use legal manipulation as punishment

She told me she wanted to sue him.

Then he threatened me again. So intensely I ended the conservatorship out of fear.

Aunt Joyce died shortly after.

I never got to tell her the whole truth.

I live every day wishing I could.

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🌍 Escaping, Hunted, and Still Targeted

When I fled the abuse:

Ben threatened me through lawyers

He told me to fire the attorney I hired

He tracked me when I left the country

He filed false missing‑persons reports

He interfered with my ability to access funds

He endangered me across borders

When I fled to Mexico, my car was impounded.

Authorities told me someone was coming to take me back to the U.S.

I wasn’t missing.

I was escaping.

Meanwhile, while I was being held captive and tortured, Ben quietly went to Contra Costa Family Court (MSD10‑03143) and unilaterally reduced my alimony — without notice, without justification — effectively erasing me financially while I was unable to defend myself.

This is the behavior of someone who knows exactly what he is doing.

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🚨 Today: I Am Homeless. He Is Living in a $5 Million Home.

Look up 1070 Glen Rd.

Ben is there.

In the multimillion‑dollar marital property he took through a fraudulent “agreement.”

And me?

I am sleeping in a tent.

Freezing.

In danger every single day.

A Berkeley police officer recently told me Ben said I was “crazy” and asked if I’d see a physician.

I said:

“Gladly. He’ll tell you I’m sane — and that I’m the victim of gender‑based financial and legal abuse. But don’t you think someone who stole millions might try to paint me as crazy?”

It’s textbook.

It’s predictable.

It’s the playbook of abusers with money and institutional access.

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🚨 The Theft Is Life‑Threatening

I need to state this plainly:

I am in ongoing, life‑threatening danger because of this theft.

It is not dramatic language.

It is not metaphor.

It is literal.

Because I was stripped of:

Housing

Financial resources

Stability

Medical access

Legal protection

…I am now living in conditions that kill people.

People die from exposure.

People die from homelessness.

People die from chronic stress, untreated medical needs, and isolation.

Women die from exactly what is being done to me.

I am not claiming Ben intended this.

I am describing the outcome:

His actions have placed my life at risk.

The theft is killing me.

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❗ Where Is Help? Why Does No One Care if I Live or Die?

For years I have been calling out for help:

To my family

Friends

police

To courts

To journalists

To lawyers

To the public

And no one has intervened.

Why?

Why does the life of a woman who was defrauded, erased, and stripped of everything matter so little?

Why is a wealthy lawyer allowed to steal tens of millions of dollars, steal a home, steal a future — and face no consequence?

Why is my life so disposable?

I shouldn’t have to beg for the return of my own marital assets to survive.

But here I am.

If I do not regain the assets that were illegally taken from me, I will die.

This is not hyperbole.

This is the truth I live inside every day.

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🆘 The Public Must Step In

Because the system has not.

Because law enforcement has not.

Because the courts did not protect me.

Because no one with power has intervened.

I am asking — urgently — for:

Public attention

Investigative pressure

Legal help

Media coverage

Federal intervention

Restitution

This is not a divorce story.

This is not “family court drama.”

This is a catastrophic, documented case of:

Fraud

Coercive control

Illegal legal maneuvers

Financial abuse

Isolation

Threats

Exploitation

And systemic failures that have put my life at risk

I am in extreme, ongoing, life‑threatening danger because of this theft.

This didn’t just leave me financially devastated — it left me homeless, unsafe, unprotected, and vulnerable to violence. I genuinely believe what happened to me may have been a low‑key murder attempt by a spouse who knew exactly what he was doing.

And because the fraud succeeded, because no one intervened, because no one with authority cared enough to protect me, I am now living on the edge of survival.

Every day, the effects of this theft tighten around my life.

Every day, the consequences get closer to killing me.

Where is the help?

Where is the support?

Where is the acknowledgement that my life matters?

Why Women Get Labeled “Hysterical” — And Why It’s a Lie

This situation is exactly why women are so often dismissed as “hysterical.” We aren’t hysterical. We are reacting to systemic, life‑threatening violence that men rarely experience and barely comprehend.

Men are almost never the victims of legal trickery that steals their home. They don’t get pulled into fraudulent mediations with no representation. They don’t wake up to find their spouse engineered a financial ambush that leaves them homeless and unprotected.

We do.

And because men aren’t the ones facing these dangers, they misread a woman shouting for her life as “overreacting.”

They don’t ask, “What’s happening to her?”

They ask, “Why is she yelling?”

It’s not hysteria.

It’s survival.

It’s the natural, rational response to a system that puts women in danger and then punishes us for reacting to that danger.

Women are being killed — financially, socially, psychologically, physically — and then blamed for sounding urgent. My desperation isn’t irrational. It’s evidence of a world where women’s suffering is invisible unless we scream, and even then, we are ignored.

I need my money back or I will die.

This is not metaphor.

This is not exaggeration.

This is the real‑world consequence of a massive, deliberate fraud committed by a powerful attorney against his own spouse.

I need justice.

I need intervention.

I need the money that was stolen from me so I can survive.

Why does no one care about my life?

Why is it acceptable that a woman can be defrauded of $20 million and left to die in a tent?

Why is this allowed to happen at all?

I am telling the truth.

I am fighting for my life.

And I am demanding — loudly, clearl

y, unapologetically — that someone finally care.

My ex‑husband’s actions didn’t just take my money.

They destroyed the conditions required for my survival.

And I need help — now — to stay alive.