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January 11, 2019
HA! HA! Play that audio of me. It will make him so insane with rage, you won’t believe what you will get because of it.
I am still at such a loss as to the reason why anyone would want to hurt my mother. The only explanation can be mental illness.
If you want a read report of the movie Brave, it looks to me that the red-haired girl is someone pretending to be me. Probably the same woman who took my 100% and used it as her own. The spell? Looks like mental illness to me. Changing from her mother into a real bear looks like mental illness and spilt personalities.
Remember I had a cat I named Babee Bear, he had to have one eye removed, it was stitched shut. He looked just like a black bear to me, however, his coat was so many colors. His undercoat was blue. I had a bond with him that few people in life can ever have in life and few people might understand. How a bond between a human and animal could exceed language, and how valuable that could be to some people.
I am an independent woman, I have been my whole life. As a small child I was so confident and sure of myself, I saw myself as capable as an adult. It might be so foreign in some countries my independence could be viewed differently other than strength and surety.
I am stronger than David. I surpassed him many years ago. I never want to see him again. I never want to know or be involved with David ever again. The damage he has done is beyond repair. I want to move on. I want a real man in my life, as I have wanted my whole life. Do not be mistaken here, I have been wanting to be married since I was a small child. Remember I entertained guests in our California home in my nightgown (a long white gown) brushing my hair in front of mirrors we had in our living room, saying I was in my be married dress. I hate this life.
If my life is nothing more than someone else telling me when to do something, I am almost fifty years old. I hate this life. I hate that job. I want to move on. I want to be a real person again. I am not a laborer. If it is a matter of National Security that I am in an Amazon building four nights a week, it is a bigger problem than you understand.
I still don’t have bar stools after nearly six years in this house. I don’t have chairs for my dining table. The list that was created of tasks and chores from someone who has never known the true cost of hourly labor is criminal. I hate this life. I hate that job.
If you want me to read Elizabeth Smart. It does not look good. Her face is too tight, too controlled. She looks like she is hiding – a lot. She still looks like she is…there is nothing from inside that is showing through. That is a serious problem. It looks like she is lying. It looks like such a problem.
My brother, they called him a Drama Queen. What I saw? I saw hurt. I saw such a need for acceptance, he was literally in pain. I asked for my brother and father to go to counselling, not to be confrontational. My father does not need to be confronted or accused. His wife was murdered. He never gets to talk to his real daughter. My father finds it difficult just to talk. My father has never given me any credit for the work I did for him or our family. What I did, I did for my family. For what was best for our family. I never received support, or appreciation in return – for decades. I had enough. It was only so much I could take. It does not mean in any way that I didn’t think or see him as my father, or that I didn’t love him. Family relationships can be difficult. As I saw it, they should have divorced. They no longer had a sexual relationship since I was eleven. And, I did not want to move back home when I worked at Visionworks. I was on my own, it is where I should have stayed. I was an adult. Now, my life might have been in jeopardy, but then Michael found me in less than a week, so I was still in danger.
Regarding Veronica Harris, I see Czech and Serbian mostly. Work it. What I see is that I used an expression and/or a mannerism that said something to someone, a man. It was extraordinary to him. It was exceptionally extraordinary to him.
I never again get to be loved by a real man?! I hate this life! I never again get to be a real person?! I hate this life! I never again get to have my home be mine alone without anyone entering while I am gone?! Well, I hate this life!
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