July 21, 2015 7:05 pm
A few changes lately. I had to stop delivering papers because the car was falling apart. I blew a head gasket around June 20, but kept working because I was filling in for another carrier for a week. I was losing antifreeze at the rate of one third to one half a gallon a day. And my steering is screwed up, I have no power steering when making right turns. And the gas line broke two Sundays ago at the warehouse. People asked if that was gas on the ground. I told them only the puddle in the back, the puddle in the front was antifreeze. The death trap is off the road for a while.
The job was easy, but if you don't have a decent car, then you can't have a job that requires you to drive your own car. That was the place where someone was sending emails and pictures to the people who worked there to shove them in my face. What they were doing was harassment, not help.
Someone at the warehouse told me not to trust my sister J, that they've heard a lot of stories about her through the years. The warehouse person said that she is just out for money, and taking my mom to her doctor's appointment will be a way for J to make claims about how much she's done for my mom.
J hasn't done shit for her mother. Like I told the person at the warehouse J has gone years on end without seeing her mother, and I really haven't known J since she was 12 years old. She came home from school, and immediately went to some neighbor's house down the street. That neighbor was twice her age. What was a 12 year old doing with 24 year old people?
That was also the neighbor who gave J pot plants to take home when J was 13/14 years old because that neighbor was moving and couldn't take them with her. My parents made her throw them away.
So, I don't know J at all. She moved out of the house when before she graduated high school. Some old man who was 30 years older than J (he was older than both my parents) came to the house with J and said she was going to live with him and his daughter in another city.
My dad said that she should go to school, and the old man said he would make sure she graduated high school. My dad said he meant college, since the university is just two blocks away from where we lived. J and the old man left.
Years later, when the old man was dying, J and that pothead neighbor got him to sign a survivorship deed to his house, signing it over to her when he died. They did that about 4 weeks before he died. I don't think he was in his right mind. J kept him drunk probably until the day he died.
She ripped off his family, paid them $20K, but my mom once said at that time that J has had nothing but trouble with that old man's family. If they were or are harassing her, J made her own problems.
She left some of her stuff here at the house and in a letter from my oldest sister, T, to her T wrote that if J was so unhappy living with the old man, she should move out. We kept getting her mail here at the house, and eventually she stopped picking it up.
An insurance company sent mail for her for years. I eventually opened one up. It was a letter asking if she would like to continue paying premiums on a life insurance policy that she had on her son. The one who died at the age of 1 year, 1 month. As I recall, it was for $250,000.
Those letters kept coming, even almost 10 years after he died, a letter came from that insurance company asking if she would like to pay the premiums again.
Who takes out an insurance policy on a toddler? A toddler has no dependents. Evidently she never cashed it in. I wonder if the cops knew about the insurance policy when they interrogated her when he died. The cause of death was lack of oxygen to the brain, of unknown cause, with a little bit of blood in one nostril.
The woman at the warehouse told me not to trust J, she is going to take my mom's house, and kick me out. I told that woman that I think J has already taken the house, because when my father died in 1999, J took the deed and the parent's wills, and she will take the house for spite, if nothing else.
There were several people at the warehouse where I worked who also worked with J delivering a different paper, so I'm sure they heard the usual things from her. I told the woman at the warehouse about the time I worked at a drug store in 1988.
After 5 months of working at the drug store, another employee asked me if I was J's brother. I said yes, and she started in with, "J says your mother's crazy. Is your mother really crazy? J says she's crazy. Didn't J have that baby with that Arab guy (a friend of pothead neighbor's, again 15 years older than J)?"
Then she stopped talking, looked at me and said, "You're not at all like J said you were." I just laughed and said that I haven't seen J in years, so I don't really know her at all.
I told that to the woman at the warehouse and she said it makes her mad that someone could do that. I said J wants to bias people's opinions about me and my mother, and she's been doing it since grade school because that's how J got her way with her "friends." Crying to them about how horrible it was to live there, and please take me with you (short vacations), and wah wah wah.
The woman at the warehouse said it made her mad thinking about it. I said J has been doing that for 40 years, and people like that just implode. I haven't said much about J at all. I worked in that warehouse for 16 years, and they could tell you, I don't mention any home life at all, never have.
I said it doesn't bother me, I know what she's been doing. J's the one who needs scapegoats, and she picked me and my mother 40 years ago, but it turned into like crying wolf too many times. She only succeeded in drawing attention to herself.
I have heard the "You're not at all like J said you were," and, "He's so nice. Who would want to mess him up?" and I have waited on thousands, if not hundreds of thousands customers at stores and gas stations in the city where J lives. I have worked with hundreds of people, all sorts of people, and got along fine with all of them.
When the bad mouthing from my own relatives and their fucked up friends doesn't match what people see day after day, it's time people asked why. What's the point in screwing their relatives over? I don't have anything to do with J or any other relative. I see them once every few years, up to six years at a time. So how could J say much of anything if she hasn't seen it for herself?
What I know about J comes from legal documents online. Deed transfers and the paperwork that goes with it, bankruptcy filing, and things like that.
J only succeeded in attracting attention to herself. She is hated.
J and the rest of them need to get people to believe that I and my mother are so crazy we need to be told what to do, how to do it, what to think, and when we think it. It covers their asses. We could tell on them about the abuse from decades ago, and what J has to hide. And they're using the age old abuse they started in 1967.
It's been that sister J's voice harassing me lately, probably trying to cover her ass by fucking me and my mom over since her son died. Her and that woman who claims to be a shrink. That woman is just an asshole and J is nothing but a harasser.
I remember waking up when J took me to a doctor, against my will and while I was sleeping. What they're doing is not therapy, it's criminal.
