This is about Family and why I gave up on Family and declared Family to be the second " F " Word.
This is a small part of the LONG Ugly story about how my fiance's daughters plundered my house and my life while laughing the entire time. I will on occasion be adding to this post. This is mostly for my own clarifying of the past, assuming that I ever see fit to do that anymore than has been done here.
I have on Many,
Many occasions I have been asked to forgive L1. I have been told again and again how my hating and not
forgiving L1 is like me drinking poison, in the hope that L1 will die. But on one has advocated for me and asked L to forgive me and
return to me the ONE AND ONLY THING I wanted as a reminder of P. The same
holds true P's other daughter L2. I get it that L1 isn’t drinking the poison of
un-forgiveness because she feels nothing, no remorse, no responsibility, no
guilt. Not for the $3000.00 dollars in tools that L1 stole. Not the $7000
engagement ring that Lisa stole. Nor my portion of the $800 dollar table and
chair set that Lisa stole. Nor my portion of the $3000 leather sofa that Lisa
stole. Not the thousands of dollars in Fine Lingerie that I purchased for your
sister that L stole. Not the $7000 that I paid to move to T, so that P could be nearer to Her family nor the $7000 I paid to move to Oregon to
pursue ‘The Business’. Not the $900 for her emergency oral surgery when she had a Massively
abscessed tooth. Not my portion of the $5000 pool table that L destroyed. L
seems to have it in mind that everything that I gave your sister, or paid for,
for your sister has somehow been magically transferred ownership to L. And L ignores every financial contribution that I ever made to P. And
as long as we are talking money what about the $450,000 that I just gave to P. The $125,000 as an initial buy in to ‘The Business’, that I raided
my IRA for. Or the $25,000 for a failed Business show in Las Vegas and the
$350,000 that P simply made Disappear. That being in increments of
$115,000 at a time for continued Business money X3, which was Bull Shit. L
seems to think and believe wholeheartedly that everything in your P's life
was bought and paid for by P, EVERYTHING. I made your P whole on so many things
that P paid for initially. And
as I go about my life, I keep seeing things missing from MY home that L stole
from ME. Goofy shit like a red glass vase that I bought for P with
Valentin’s day flowers in it numerous dumb ass shit like that that has little or no
monetary value but…
I know how this looks, me being petty and citing money matters. But they are significant money matters. I understand NOW why you should NEVER EVER mix finances with Love. The only reason I dredge up the financial aspect is as I pointed out above all that I wanted was the music box that I made for P.
I reached my limit of patience some months ago with 'The
Family' and how I came to be cast out of 'The Family' and my perceptions of
having been cast out of 'The Family'. I assume you know that the principal
focus my frustration is leveled at L1. ‘In the Beginning’ L1 hated me. She
accused me of taking up with P for financial gain. [Given what you
read above that is a laugh] L1 accused me of hanging about with P
like a lost puppy. I don’t know, but I absolutely believe that I was the wedge
that drove L1 and P apart so dramatically for such a long time.
L1 suddenly and with preamble or warning turned up Hating not only my self but her own mother, P
Then at some point, I believe that when P and I moved T and
started ‘Helping’ L1 financially and housing her offspring helped smooth things over.
Suddenly I was an ok guy, barely. I had not changed. I was still not a leach on your sister’s
financial situation, nothing changed. And then after P died and I
went against L1’s desire to be first into P’s office I became the
Devils fuckoff red headed bastard step-nephew thrice removed. When we excavated P’s things from 'The Business' warehouse and moved them to a U-Rent-M storage facility MANY of
my possessions got wrapped up in this process. When I went to retrieve My
possessions from the U-Rent-M storage facility L1 had denied me access to MY
things.
Several things occurred over that summer and in to the fall between
L1 and me. As you may recall I spent most of that summer in and out of psych
wards all across O. At some point during this time L1 petitioned for and
was granted open door unfettered access to my home for the purposes of retrieving the things that L1 and L2 deemed to belong to P and by extension the both of them. This occurred while I
was interred psych ward #1. On the day that I was returned home
from psych ward #1 L1 and L2 showed up on my doorstep with ‘warrant’ in
hand and L1 and L2 proceeded to RANSACK my home plundering it of ALL things
related to P and MANY things NOT related to P. L1 and L2 were
Laughing all the while this was going on. Due in no small part to their
laughing while plundering my home, at some point during this process, I became
suicidal yet again, called the psych people and was taken away in handcuffs to psych ward #2. L1 stayed in my home and continued to plunder my home even after I was hauled away in handcuffs in the back seat of a police car. L2 had the common courtesy to stop the plundering while L1 did Not.
And because I am STUPID, I managed to forget my keys which fell into L1’s
hands. With keys in hand, she plundered EVERY storage shed and locked everything
on MY property. She took from me things that were left by to me MY mother and
my father. When I returned home from that month-long stay at psych ward#
2. I was locked out of my home and my cat was locked in with NO food or water.
Upon finding my home, STEAM CLEANED all things related to P and many of
MY things and furniture. I was off to psych ward #3 for another month.
When I returned, I had to break a window to get in. At some point during this
‘Summer of love’ The dispossession of P’s cremains was apportioned
out. I had received my portion of her cremains. I sat with them for some
period of time, but at some point during this time I came to feel that I might be able to gain
back some small level of ‘Family credit’ by returning to L1 my portion of P’s cremains. I delivered P’s cremains to L1s M
attorney to have him send them to L1. Upon receipt of P’s cremains. L1 railed on about how “I” had somehow Personally flown to T and Personally
and deliberately left them in the middle of GV Drive in the Middle of a
T Sized rain storm where upon P’s cremains were washed down the
street forever depriving L1 of said cremains and desecrating the memory of P. After much thought I had
determined that the ONLY thing I wanted back was a music box that I had made
for P. The only thing out of ALL of the Improperly Plundered things
taken from my home while I was NOT IN MY HOME was That music box. I asked T [P's sister]
about that music box. T indicated that L1 had All of My stuff separated out
in the sun room for whatever reason. That reason, I believe was so that she
could clearly dispose of My things either by means of eBay sales, giving away
or simply throwing them out. As mentioned before, I had asked T to advocate
for me and the return of that one thing. But that was too big of an ask. It was
the Only thing that I wanted to remember P by, and I felt that this
music box was not too big of an ask for all that had happened over the summer.
I was wrong.
I found out.
This sort of the beginning of where my desire to
‘have feelings’ regarding 'The Family' was burned away.
The
preceding is just a but VERY SMALL portion of background of my Hatred for ‘The
Family.’ ‘The Family’ that is now L1.
Over
the course of T's and my ‘Covert Ops’ CIA spook, NSA, Area 51, Burn eyes after
reading, Nuclear waste toxicity level of communications I began to feel bullied
by our talks. T seemed hell bent on convincing me of many things not the
least of which is the Stock Market purchase thing. It was seemingly very difficult for T to
understand my level of poverty that drove me to slowly, incrementally draw down and eventually fully divest my interest in the 'Stock Market thing'. There were several things that T harangued on me
about that just made me feel bullied. I do not even recall the most of them
anymore such is my desire to forget all about all of this.
I do
not wish to make T feel poorly but this next bit must be said. I believe that
I am T's dirty little secret. As mentioned before T's ‘Covert Ops’ secret. You
are afraid even unto and even after death of L1, as is everybody in ‘The
Family.’ And even those that want to have nothing to do with L1, her son C and her daughter A2 but are still afraid of L1. You won’t even pass along a simple word
document or email to My daughter A1, I don’t even know her last name, because if
L1 ever found out L1 would, if you were still living excommunicate as she
has me, and you fear that, and even if you were dead you would feel sufficiently
badly enough that it prevents you from simply forwarding an email. Too much of
a ‘paper trail.’ I do not appreciate the one-sided nature of this
‘friendship’. I do not imagine you appreciated being B’s dirty little ‘fuckbuddy. This is how I feel in our current 'friendship'. It was so difficult for me to
witness that shit between T and B as was the shit with M. The years
of hiding T and using T and betraying T. I was heart breaking to watch T chase after them. But T managed to rise up after and be done with them.
That is how I am feeling now. I am rising up and shedding all the shitty raiment
of that time. I no longer miss ‘The Family.’ I know it un-Christian of me, but
I actively wish L1 et al misfortune. Lisa deserves more misfortune in her
life.
I understand and appreciate T's
efforts to make me whole on my family fortune that P Stole from me. I
say Stole, not to be hurtful but because I can not think of any other word
that adequately describes it. Just a little shy of Half a million dollars. T can NOT understand
the depth of embarrassment, resentment and hurt that is wrapped up in the
theft. My father worked DAMNED hard for that money My mother paid for it and so did I. He left sufficient money
behind upon his passing for my mother to live a lavish lifestyle. A lifestyle
that she deserved and had a great deal left over for me. I feel the bite and sting of
that shame every time we talk about money or politics at any level. For me to have pissed it away on ‘The
Business’ and on whatever P did with the $300,000 that I simply gave
her, based simply on her word and my belief that she was an honest and
honorable woman. account. If as you contend, the passed/dead
are looking down on us, I KNOW that my Father is FURIOUS, FUMING, IRATE even unto getting him 'disbarred' from heaven. I was such a disappointment to my father while he lived, and I
continued that trend long after he passed. Even after I was roped into the Fuck-off
situation, that nearly drove me insane, that was J-W. P was Much
more concerned with R’s and J-W’s safety, health and well being than mine.
For years she shielded herself from me by using R, J-W and ‘The Business’
as shields. After my mother passed P was not even the least bit
concerned with my grief because J-W was in a jam. A jam that could EASILY
have waited for months or even years to be resolved. And yet P roped
D-P. and I into moving J-W in with P and myself. P and I were not doing so very well
in our relationship at this time. But that did not matter in the least to P. But P dismissed
my grieving and our relationship in favor of helping poor Stupid Impossibly Ill-equipped
to deal with life J-W And then there was R.
I know it un-Christian,
uncharitable but I am NOT the least bit upset that L1 lost the GV
house. To put a much finer point on it I am happy, Very Happy, about it. I will
be made happier still when I learn, if I learn, that JW is dead. On that
day I will surely drink an entire bottle of Champagne. In the one glass that I
have left of the pair that I did have left after J-W manage to break its
mate. The pair of glasses that your sister and I had used for so many years.
The glasses are now irreplaceable because the manufacturer no longer makes that
pattern. I have looked everywhere for a replacement. I have a reminder in my
eBay account to alert me should one ever popup. And on that day, I believe I
will smash that glass as well.
Hindsight is a real Bitch. When the
hurt of feelings is finally burned away, all that is left is the ‘Facts.’ Facts
as you perceive them. And as it is oft said ‘Perception is reality.’ My
reality. Before I launch into the diatribe that is to follow, make no mistake
that I have VERY, VERY, VERY MUCH embarrassment and shame regarding my life
with P and how I treated her. As I do with all the fine women that
have been in my life. But my reality is that P took me for financial ride. I wonder how hard P is laughing in heaven. And now I
am living the aftermath of that ride. Now T and T's Family; what used to the
ONLY family I had, after my mother’s passing, have cast me out and now I am
excummunicado. I have long wondered how L1 has explained-away my
excommunication to ‘The Family.’ I imagine it was so very easy for her; “SC was
an AssHole in sheep’s clothing”. ‘WE DON’T,’ and by ‘We’ I mean the whole of the 'Family'. That means anyone
that L1 knows that doesn’t want to be excommunicated away and uses my name as
a third-rail touch-stone of evidence to all as to what happens when ANYONE who dares
crosses L1, communicate with him any longer. Even my daughter A1,Under penalty of ‘Family’ death.
L2 also, how has she explained Grandpa SC’s death? Did I die shortly after P? Did I die of Heart break, which would have been the gracious way
but I don’t believe that about Lynn any longer, suicide, motorcycle accident or
did my name simply drift away like so of a fart in a hurricane and my name was simply
never mentioned again. I am a nobody. I am worse than a nobody. Not even
CH would talk to me. I had the occasion to talk to him very briefly a very
time ago. He was evasive, clearly uncomfortable talking to me and clearly
wanted to disconnect the call as soon as was ‘politely’ possible. It was nice
of him to be that polite. At the end of the call, he made it very clear that we
would never talk again. I have NO Family. I am a total cast away. I am just so
much jetsam in the wake of ‘The Family’s comings and goings, became L1’s comings
and goings became "The Family's' comings and goings after T's mother and P died. Hell, T is nothing more than free labor in L1’s eyes. Need to
move, call T. You are scarcely more than a nuisance to L1. You are less
than afterthought to L1. Oh, Crap L1 forgot to invite T, Again. Surely
you know this.
K the gentleman who L1 cast out who took his time, money, energy and love for L1 as I recall it cost him $5,000 and had a headstone commissioned and placed on L1's much beloved brother's then to fore
unmarked grave. The One that caused such a furious furore at Christmas that
one year. P and T's mother L committed the ultimate act of back stabbing betrayal by
inviting K to Christmas day and dinner. There was front
yard yelling and screaming and cursing, face slapping, the
two-year-old-esque tantrum that L1 pitched. Fuck, I wonder what
have befallen T had she committed that DEFCON 1, World WarIII level of a
shitstorm on Christmas Day? I imagine that T would have been immediately ejected unceremoniously from the festivities and would have been written out of everybody’s will