Today my dad turns 91. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD. I love you soooo much.
I have my famous Chocolate Cake to Die For baking as I write this. I think actually I will change the name of it to Chocolate Cake to LIVE For… I’m not ready to let him off the leash. Not before Cake, anyway.
I am again documenting what is going on in my family. My brothers, Thing One and Thing Two, no longer even qualify as DOGS, as far as I’m concerned, because they are behaving more like Evil Squirrels. That said— I won’t be upset if you don’t want to read this. I don’t want to have to write it. But I am keeping a record outside my own personal space for a reason. I’m hoping this will enable me to sleep better…
Thing One is doing exactly what he accused me of planning to do: Taking over my parents’ lives. And I told the judge (nothing honorable about that guy, in my view) that T1 was projecting his own shite onto me. But whatever I say makes no difference, apparently. I am punished without evidence of wrongdoing, and the judge cut me off and talked over me when I asked WHY. Thing Two just goes along with the Agenda 2022, but aiding and abetting Thing One, and perjuring himself along the way. So…. I’m documenting Thing One’s cute little activities:
He has stolen their car keys, trying to make it seem like I did it. (I only bury people’s car keys in the backyard when I don’t like them.) They’ve been missing for months now. If my parents are to be stopped from driving, then there should be a discussion about it at the very least. Thing One is not the Boss, and any discussion should include all five of us.
He has vanished two checkbooks now, apparently in an attempt to stop my mother from paying me to clean her house and do odd chores for her, and take care of her when she’s not feeling well. His idea about keeping me from running off with her credit card is to have her put them in her bank box. He has stated that I should NEVER be given ANY money from my parents, not for Christmas or my birthday, even. (Daaaaaaaaaaaaamn! Bit harsh.)
My folks have a wireless phone with three handsets. They have them spread out through the house. One handset was kidnapped for the purpose of, I can only assume, eavesdropping on me. (He already eavesdrops on me when I’m there in person.) He has lately resorted to his usual routine of barely coming out of his room. I assume that’s why he bought them alert necklaces, so otherwise he can ignore them as he has done for about a dozen years living there.
He has attached a padlock to the tracks the garage door runs on, so it cannot be opened. This is not only stupid (car keys are gone!), but a fire hazard.
He has decided, going against an explicit direction from the judge, that I am no longer allowed to handle ANY of my parents’ business, or pay their bills, which I have been doing for years, without any criminal activity taking place. (If I were trying to steal money from them, why would I DOCUMENT everything?)
My mother’s wedding ring has gone missing. She had me look for it, so I imagine she may have mentioned where it was last seen… to Thing One.
He has vanished my sunglasses, which I cannot afford to replace.
He has twice let the air out of my car tire, which oddly enough, never goes down unless my car is sitting in my parents’ driveway.
When I attempted to talk to him about whether he is planning to initiate a case for Guardianship, he talked over me and blathered so that I couldn’t even explain to him that he doesn’t know what the hell he is doing in the legal realm (and other realms which shall, for now, remain nameless).
He perjured himself in a court of law by lying to the judge about those car keys, and other things, as well. His lie about the keys was so bald there wasn’t one hair on it, when he tried to say maybe he took those 2 sets of keys, with big-ass black fobs on them, and long ribbons my mom likes to use to find them in her purse… but he couldn’t remember doing that… “I might have taken them, she (pointing at me) might have taken them, I don’t know.” Or something close to that. He doesn’t know?? And well, he’s been perjuring himself all along, lying about me in writing and in the court record. He doesn’t probably realize perjury is a felony— or maybe, like many psychopaths, he doesn’t think he’ll get caught. And the judge didn’t ask ONE question. Mind-doggling.
So, I just have to wait and be served to find out what the Things are up to now. I feel pretty confident it’s a Guardianship attempt. If that happens, and I’m chosen as Guardian, everything will be fine. I’m not going to behave like a Thing. But it could easily be that a Guardian that is a total stranger gets appointed. Does it even matter what my parents want? Apparently not to the Things. Perhaps everything will work out well; I can only hope.
End note: I will never trust these Things, ever again. And I’m struggling mightily not to hate them, not to wish they would be incapacitated somehow. My resentment ebbs and flows. The thing I do know, for sure, is that when all this is over, one way or another, days, months, or years from now, I will be Sole Member of my family, assuming the folks are in Happier Spaces. No more Things will be allowed in my life. It’s taking a lot of effort to hold on to my heart and keep it warm. If praying is in your activity list, please include me, I need it for the stress. Fangks. xo xo
I can really relate. Too many people have completely lost their souls.
I was so glad to see this missive, all of it, even the rough. The cake. The dogs. The diary is noted and downloaded just to say. You are careful, intelligent and loving. They are LOST, I do not think they can come back to humanity. Hope I am wrong there. Peace Jaan.