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I’ve decided not to be like my family by pressing criminal charges against them, even though they broke the law and caused me much strife and suffering. I’m better than them and refuse to file charges just because they are ignorant. They won’t learn anything, and they won’t get the help they need from me doing this.

So I’ll just concentrate on my problems and do the best I can with my life, and the hell with them. Oh, I’ll still get my belongings or fair compensation, but it can’t be both (can’t press criminal charges in hopes to gain advantage in another case).  I can do this and will with every legal means within my power. All I want are the things I can’t replace. I don’t understand what the problem is, but I don’t really have to. I know it’s not my problem, so I can’t fix that.

They can lie and say what they want. I don’t care. I know my faults and am trying my best to make myself a better person. I can only hope and pray that someday they will see the light and do the same. Do the right thing. Unless they are so far gone they have forgotten the difference between right and wrong, but that too, I have no control over. I’ll still pray for them though.

I know I’ve been bouncing back and forth as to what to do about this fucked up situation, but I’ve decided that the best course of action is to follow the advice of my legal counsel.

So, with that said, I’ll be removing some stuff from my blog. Mainly anything to do with legal actions I was or am considering, and anything I posted out of frustration and anger for being wronged so. It serves no purpose other than to make me look like I hate my family. I don’t hate them. I don’t understand them, but I do know that like me, they all need help, and again, I hope and pray that they will someday get it. I can do no more than that.

I hope that everything will be resolved someday with the least amount of financial and emotional impact on all involved. That too, is all I can hope and pray for. Unless the family members involved get help, like I did, I doubt very much that I will speak to them again, except when both necessary and allowed.

It might all work out someday, but time moves quickly and as long as my family holds these grudges and bad intent towards me, it just plain won’t. There’s just not enough time left in our lives to work things out when only one side (me) wishes to.

So, with that, I will move on with my life. I will do whatever my lawyer suggests, and continue to repeat the Serenity prayer. Not sure what I can change and what I cannot, so I have to concentrate on the third part:

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change,

Courage to change the things I can,

And the wisdom to know the difference.

God, I just cannot stand these panic attacks. It seems the more I have to do, the more stressed I get and the more panicky I get. I can’t seem to focus. I keep worrying about things that I can’t change, or mostly, the future, which I can’t see or predict.

I lost almost everything I owned about 12 years ago. That wasn’t the big thing that got me, I mean material things, I could always replace. I lost things and people I can never replace. I lost years I can never regain.

And last year, the bullshit with my mother and sister and wow what a fucking dumbass brother-in-law, I lost everything but the clothes on my back.

[edited to remove legal shit 2009.11.04.22.27.07]

Wow, what a fucked up day. I went to put a note for Marianne on her car since my paranoid brother-in-law posted “no trespassing” signs all around the house. He was outside and he told me to get away from the car and asked what I was doing. I told him I was giving Mare a note asking for when I could get my property out of the house. He said to get away from the car, so I did and since being on someone’s porch, especially where you live, is not trespassing, I taped it to the door. This enraged him, but I told him that no matter how many stupid “no trespassing” signs he puts up, I have every right to go on the porch and post a note on the door. He gave me more shit, and I told him that he was mistaken that I was ever going to talk to him again. He made some wise-ass comment in front of his son, like “fuck you asshole” so I said “fuck you” back. Then he threatened to kick my ass. LOL so I told him to go ahead! If he laid a finger on me, I would have him arrested for assault and battery! He came after me, but I stood my ground and told him that I would not block him or fight back and pointed to my chin and said “Go ahead, tough guy!” He backed off.

Then, my mother came out of the house with no shoes on in the tall grass and nothing on but a negligée and I asked her to go back inside. She refused. No matter how much I begged her to leave me alone, she harassed me and she and Bob said that when we went to court for the eviction, I would be outta there. I told them that was not the case, but that it was up to the judge to tell me how long I had to leave (reminder, I had absolutely no place to go!). They continued to give me shit and argue with me and I continued to ask my mom to go back inside and leave me alone. After a few minutes, I told her again, to shut the fuck up and leave me alone! Well she doesn’t like being talked to like that, but hey, I was in the back yard right in front of my motorhome and she’s the one that came outside to harass me!
Then my sister Marianne came out and started yelling at me, so I yelled back and she said that any property that I had in the house she would consider abandoned. So I grabbed my camera and took a video of her, asking her to repeat what she just said and she did lol idiot. Then she went on and on about where her bike was (I replaced both the tires and installed a pump for her about a week before this). I told her it was in the “shed” and she said “Yeah, right!”. I was pretty amused when she went to the shed (after throwing two rocks at me, missing but hitting my trailer) only to find her bike all repaired like I said.

Long story short, my mom, Bob and Marianne continued to yell at me and harass and threaten me so I spit on the ground and told my mother that she was no longer my mother. I officially disown you.

So my sister calls the cops, they show up and ask what happened, I tell them, and then I hear my sister say that I spit on my mother!!! LOL I told them I didn’t, that I spit on the ground, and even my mother told the deputy THREE times when he asked her if I assaulted her or spit on her, she said NO (this later came out in court).

So they left. But the next day…. well, I’ll tell that fucked up story later. :-\

Well, I got an eviction notice. From my brother-in-law, who’s not even my landlord.  What an idiot. We went through this when my mother first moved in. He cannot legally evict me since he is not legally my landlord. Anyway, the deputies don’t care. They tell me I have 30 days and then they will “remove me”. I told them, “No, I have 30 days, then they have to file an unlawful detainer, then we wait another month and get a hearing, then maybe the judge will give me up to 3 more months to move out.” We agreed to disagree. If I had anywhere to go but here, Good Lord, I would. But I have no money, no place to go, and am being constantly harassed by my sister, mother and brother-in-law. This just plain sucks. Again, and I may repeat myself a few times, what they are doing is illegal. He is not my landlord and my sister is the one that has to file the unlawful detainer after serving me 30 days notice. With that said, there is little consolation in the fact that the law is on my side when the cops and even the magistrate of the court aren’t fully familiar with the law (this is all outlined in the VRLTA, the Virginia Landlord-Tenant Act, which I have almost memorized).

I’m calling my therapist all the time to try to figure out if there is some place I can go to get away from this madness!