Held For Ransom and Sex by Abuser Richard Zona Jr.

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Held For Ransom and Sex by Abuser Richard Zona Jr.

Truthfully I have not seen my ex abuser husband Richard Zona (Jr.) for many years. I am an abuse survivor that has rebuilt my life with all the happiness, love, caring, meaningful relationships, and values that my amazing selfless parents instilled in me. I tell the TRUTH and do the right thing at great expense to me. I have not answered the blocked calls that come my way because I am not bargaining with a MONSTER. It won’t happen. However, the last time I spoke to my ex abusive tiny monster ex husband Richard Zona (Jr.) he was still trying to kidnap my life and hold me for ransom. A ransom I could NEVER EVER PAY because he STOLE all my money thinking he would have that abusive control over me forever. He was wrong. He demanded sex the last time I heard from him and he said he would never give me any of my money. (Financial abuse- he is in contempt of court, and stole and laundered a lot of money of mine). I said NO. And his last words to me were “your going to die”. Richard Zona (Jr.) monster abuser…..I THINK YOU KNOW NOW I DID NOT DIE. In fact, I lived. This posting in my diary of abuse today is important, about being kidnapped and held for ransom, because that is the abusers tactic. You’ll NEVER be able to give him enough to get the fuck out. HE WANTS YOU TRAPPED. ONLY IN HIS SICK MIND, BY STILL HOLDING WHAT IS MINE, HE BELIEVES I AM STILL KIDNAPPED AND HELD FOR RANSOM. Or else he wouldn’t. He had many silent years to do the right thing and did not. And he’s had many years he’s tried to illegally silence me and he has not done the right thing. He will be a tiny abuser until the day he dies no matter who he takes down to do so.


  1. Gitte says:

    I happened to come across this, and rang so much truth, you will NEVER have enough to pay your ransom!!
    I am also a survivor, and I wrote a letter, that I never send to my abuser, but thought you’d might be able to recognize part of your own experience, as these narcissistic sociopaths are monsters with one agenda; to use and abuse!

    I am glad you survived your abuser, keep strong girl!

    Xoxo from a survivor in Portland.



    Deep down I knew about your intentions all along. I saw it the moment we locked eyes for the very first time. I knew it, but I didn’t want to listen to my intuition. I was blinded by my heart.and you made me soft in your arms. Oh, how you had me swept away when your eyes smiled at me. You made me feel beautiful and I wanted time to stand still and let the moment last Forever, as if I already then – deep down – knew we wouldn’t last.

    Because you wanted more than just my Love, didn’t you Baby?? It wasn’t enough. You wanted control.and you wanted to consume. You tried all the tricks in the book to make me surrender my Spirit to you. First with your charm to win me over. Later you punished me by withholding your affection from me. It was a silent sort of punishment, and it was cruel. You wanted me to need you, and you knew just how.

    All you needed was to feed on me. You saw my strength and my giving nature and you wanted all I had to give.To fill up your own vessel. Your void. And I let you. I wanted to give you everything and anything you asked. I wanted to please you and make you happy.God knows I tried!
    I needed you so much and loved you even harder.
    I was an easy target for your games, wasn’t I?!

    But I wasn’t broken yet, and you needed to break me to get what you wanted. And like a narcissistic vampire you showed me your fangs.
    And I saw behind your mask for the first time. When your eyes turned to hatred and you went into a mad rage and beat me up with the same hands I had kissed and held to my heart. At first I was in denial. Wouldn’t accept the truth. Surely I was to blame for what went wrong, I just had to try harder……

    But then it happened again. And again. Still, I tried to hold on, hoping you would take me in your arms and say it was a terrible mistake. You couldn’t have missed the love you saw in my eyes, the sadness and hurt. The fear. But you kept on stomping all over me. As if it was your given right to do so.

    I will never forget the night i escaped your tight grip of terror. When I finally realized that you never loved me and never would, even if I picked the stars out of Heaven for you. You would hate me for that too! Nothing I could say or do would ever make you love (me)
    No light can shine in your bottomless pit of Evil.
    I saw you in my rear view mirror as I drove away. You stood on the road with your eyes fixed on mine, just as when we first met.
    Only now I know it is the look of a predator on its prey before it strikes.

    That has been the hardest part to accept, the realization that you were never really there. My twin, my friend, my lover. my Joseph only lived in my mind and in my heart. You were nothing but an illusion. Its maddening, because. how the fuck do you mourn the loss of deception!!

    But in a bitter-sweet way it makes it easier to say Goodbye. Because in the end I knew it was nothing but a beautiful Dream that turned into a Nightmare.

    And now I’m Awake.


    Love is Patient
    Love is Kind
    It does not Envy
    It does not Boast, it is not Rude
    It is not Proud
    It is not Self-Seeking
    It is not easily Angered
    It keeps no records of Wrong
    Love does not delight in Evil
    But rejoices with the Truth
    It always Protects, always Trusts
    Always Hopes, Always Preserves.
    Love never Fails.

    1 Corinthians 13: 4 – 8

    • Tracy Zona says:

      Thank you for your email. I posted your email as my tonights blog.
      I am so HAPPY you made it OUT TOO! Isn’t it crazy how all the light bulbs of abuse go off after you leave. You see it all. We must encourage all victims to do whatever it takes to get out of the depths of HELL.(ABUSE) And then hold the abusers accountable. Some want our stories to go away….NO. NO. NO.

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