Nothing much interesting in real life lately. My mom fell out of her chair and broke her pelvis the first week of the month and was in the hospital for about a week then moved into a rehab center for old people for three more weeks. She's getting around pretty good for an 83 year old.
While my mom was in the rehab center, I found out that the rapist woman from 1969, X, visited her. I didn't call her and tell her what happened, and I told my sisters that she should stay away. They were surprised to hear that I can't stand her. What's more, some caretaker came in to give my mother a shot and she mentioned that she also knew X but hadn't seen her in years. I guess that woman's lucky streak ended.
Not much problems at work. I carry my recorder when I'm there and in stores, etc, just in case those harrassers come along.
I visited my mom twice at the rehab center, even though I know that someone will wake me up to try some psychobabble psychodrama in public. Sure enough, as I was leaving the second time, I looked over and some people were holding a toddler up, and I looked. I turned around to leave and some woman said, "We're helping you." What crap. It's that X and her criminal accomplices harrassing me again.
Lately, I've been "imagining" that woman, X; her son, FF; her daughter, CC: the fat guy from McC, the store, Fatso; my uncle from J&H.
It's always the same with them now. Nothing but threats directed at me about covering up for X and not to let her son know what she is. He knows it already, but probably doesn't remember. He was sitting on the stairs back then in 1969 watching his mother rape me orally. I remember he giggled.
Really, the only people who have been harrassing me are X and her relatives. Some sister of hers, OH, is really pretty bad. She tries to browbeat me all the time. She's involved because I did the nasty with her son when I was ten and she caught us. She called her sister, X, and of course X and her husband did the usual cover up, which means drive the kids nuts. X came over carrying a grocery bag, put me under with some drug or liqour, and started to lie.
I remember that her husband, the guy who beat his daughter, CC, in front of me because she wouldn't shut up in 1969, said to OH and her husband that my neighbor, a female, was the one who taught me that. Ironically, the females who lived next door at the time was F, the woman at the store terror in 1985, and her mother. I wonder if F even knows that they slandered her way back then.
I think OH is really just doing X's dirty work. I know that they haven't spoken to each other for a long while. But OH is really nasty. At the time, I remember some women, probably X's sisters, tried some stupid psychobabble and I remember them telling me to go over to my mother but I wouldn't. I guess OH has joined the crowd of 'let's just call him crazy psycho and if he even thinks about it, let's just wake up some imprints in public.' As if it really covers their asses.
The people involved in harrassing me are:
X -- the rapist and physical abuser from 1969.
FF -- her son. Threatens to kill me. He probably doesn't remember 1969, he was about three or four, but having a clump of hair pulled out of his skull by his father is something hard to forget at any age.
OH -- X's sister. I remember last year, on the first day of school, she showed up while I was in the kitchen and kept jumping around in front of me, taunting, "How do you like it?" over and over. I finally got pissed enough to throw a punch her way, knowing that it was just a set up to piss me off and get an imprint. Then she just did a little victory dance and was so proud of herself that she can now say, "He's so violent." Unfortunately, my mother said a while ago that my sister runs into this piece of work at the grocery store every once in a while. I don't know if my sister knows what secret she's keeping.
Uncle JHN -- Drags me around against my will, interferes on X's behalf and generally has not enough guts to say "No" to X. He has enabled a lot of her harrassment towards me by physically put me with her and looks the other way. I wonder what she has on him.
CC -- X's daughter. She seems to be in charge of a lot of brainwashing and I assume she'll be their fall guy when things won't go their way. She was always screeching that I and all of my family are nothing but child molesters. She's also repsonsible for creating so-called new imprints for certain words and phrases. When I saw her last September, she threatened me, of course, but I just laughed at her. I wondered who pointed me out to her (she didn't see me until someone did point me out to her ), and I assumed that it was either my sister J or KS.
Every once in a while, they'll say that I broke my promise to them. What promise? I never did promise anything to them. They're criminals who are running and ruining my life because I won't cooperate with them and whitewash their asses. I don't have to negotiate, compromise, or promise anything to them. They took my freedom to say what I want away from me with their harrassment.
"Never give in. Never give in. Never. Ever. Ever."
Here's an interesting episode from 1986. I was working at a fast food place. I worked there before and after my short lived stint in the Navy. I think this happened before I left for induction. I was in my bedroom when I heard three taps on the window of the door at the bottom of the stairs that lead to the first floor. I didn't know where I was taken at the time, but I was getting my eyes pressed in by some fat guy who kept demanding that I sign something. I refused and he kept it up.
I was thinking at the time that it was some promissary note, like one that KS showed me at AN's house the year before. After a long time, some big girl came in a told her dad to stop. At the time I thought it was KS and her father, but now I do believe it was X's husband and her daughter, CC. What I was supposed to sign wasn't a promise of money, but a suicide note. X has pulled that recently and I mentioned it in a previous post. That was X's husband's favorite phrase. "You know what you have to do." When he said that, I used to think, "Yeah. Kill myself." He sure reinforced his crap anyt time he could.
I had to go to work the next day andwhen I walked in, the manager said, really amazed and shaking her head, "W!" Somebody told her not to say anymore. I knew I looked like hell, but if I tried to explain what happened, they wouldn't believer me anyway. Knowing who was involved with that, they probably just tried to pass it off as a suicide attempt. Always one of their lies that keeps the general public quiet, but confused. They always had a habit of telling people, "Shh. He doesn't know." What assholes.
Anyway, X's husband is dead and his family keeps trying to push a lot of his crap onto my father, who is also dead. They try to tell people that it was my father who beat CC, and the ever popular "his father had a lot of porn. Kiddie porn, no less." Total lies, and the mutual friends that my parents and X and her husband had probably wouldn't say anything either way. I don't doubt that X has pulled her crap on a lot on people and those people are too afraid to even disagree with the old bag.
That's basically the dummies I have to deal with lately. They're still trying to push their gay agenda onto me, and since they suckered that woman on my route, my night job, and she started her stuff with asking (or even telling me outright with a finger pointing at me) if I were gay, I took a new tack and said outright, "No." That seemed to piss off these harrassers. They whined that I was not following their "program." They laid all their eggs in that queer basket and don't know what to do when their scripts aren't followed. Some of them even have the limited brain power to think that 'accepting their program' and 'following their guidence' will make everything so much better for me. They're pushing the wrong buttons and trying to put all of my 'problems' under the 'he's a queer' file, and of course, every one of them is sooo innocent. X and her minions are taking this imprint and another imprint and another imprint and cutting and pasting together a totally false timeline that they play out for their dupes.
