"The Family" The real F word

    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