And now it can be told. The story of my nephew Chad and his death
threats to me and mine.
Some time ago, as a result of the many shenanigans surrounding my
brothers death, my nephew discovered my blog site. Whether he was
directed there by Nita or found them on his own has never been decided.
Point is, he was none to happy with my musings about his father and
the many crimes of Michael.
As a result, in his many attempts to deal with his many emotions
concerning the events of most of 2010, he decided to write a song,
inspired by me and my blogs to vent his frustration. Chad fancies
himself a rap artist. Why the world would want to listen to a thirty
something white ginger with mediocre talent attempt to Rap is beyond me,
but there you have it.
God forbid he contact me directly and talk about it. Seriously, am I
that scary? Snarky, certainly... but scary?
Now I'm all for freedom of the arts, free expression and all that, but
even I have to draw the line somewhere. And threatening to kill me, in
several different manners, with full disclosure divulging my name and
so forth. Well, that was the line. And you still can't yell 'FIRE' in
a theater without repercussions...
I was tempted to post the lyrics from the entire song here in this blog
for you, but frankly, unless you're intimately involved with all this
family nonsense, you'd find it pretty boring indeed. It tends to
ramble, and some of the rhyming is painful to read when stretched so
thin.
If you're really dying to read it, shoot me an email and I'll send it
to you.
So once Chad posted the song 'Revenge', discussion broke out amongst
what I like to playfully refer to as "The Consortium". This ragtag
group is pretty much dominated by Michael's son Dan and his wife Nita,
their children and some of Dan and Nita's siblings. There are
satellite members like Judy and Sue, but I digress.
Much glee and anticipation of my reaction was expressed. I think they
were all waiting for me to explode or take them all to task in written
form in my blogs. Well, I have to admit that I was sorely tempted, but
I hate to be predictable. There's no fun in that whatsoever.
So I kept silent. Must have driven them crazy.
Eventually, I knew I was going to have to approach Chad. This was a
serious situation after all. I'm sure some of the family just wrote
off what he did as emotions running high and his inability to deal with
his father's recent death. Bottom line was that he posted death
threats on the Internet. Don't think that's a serious situation?
Google it.
Check out how things turned out for people that did the same thing.
So I wrote to Chad and flat out asked him what was going through his
mind to pull a stunt like this. To my surprise, he answered promptly.
Basically he admitted that he 'probably' wasn't going to kill me since
this would cause unnecessary drama in the family that was sorely not
needed.
You think?
Chad talked a lot about his feelings of inadequacy, fear of falling
short of his father's expectations. Daddy issues. I could relate. The
guy really could do with a few session of grief counseling. Some anger
management wouldn't be a bad idea either.
And so talks with Chad were opened. I was optimistic, maybe I could actually get the guy to stop listening to those idiots in The Consortium and start thinking for himself again. Chad ever assured me that he would be glad to talk to me in messages, as long as Mommy Dearest never found out. Judy's mad on for me apparently verges on manic. Even Sue warned me that Judy is the kind of person that won't stop until she destroys you if you cross her. At least now I knew where Chad gets it from.
Ironically enough, Chad's 'Revenge' is quite the hit with most of his
friends and The Consortium. Not enough to sell tickets to headline a show, mind
you. But enough for the crew to snigger amongst themselves for a while.
Sometimes dealing with these people is like still being in high school.
Flash forward a few months, and Chad becomes increasingly
incommunicado. So much for his assurances that he would talk to me
anytime. His postings on facebook start to become increasingly
concerning to some of the family as well. We're talking cuckoo for
cocoa puffs concerning.
Now I'm a fan of conspiracy theories now and then. They can be a fun
diversion. But Chad is starting to drink some serious Kool-Aid. I call
this to his attention, which is not too well received. Nobody likes it
when someone points out that the sewer stinks.
So how and why did Chad take down the 'Revenge' song, complete with its
death threats? With a whimper, not with a roar.
As with most things with me, it started with a short email to him. I
ventured a question his direction, wondering what his employer would
think of him posting death threats on the Internet. Considering that
he works for a giant in the Internet industry, my best guess was Not
Very Well.
And so I sent an inquiry off the the HR department of his
employer. Imagine my surprise when I got a personal reply from the
President of the company, complete with phone numbers to contact him
back personally. Never underestimate the power of a well placed email.
In turn, I sent another message to Chad asking what he thought I should
do next. I let him know it was time to remove 'Revenge', post a
statement as to why it was posted in the first place and why it was
being taken down. And to state publicly that he would never harm myself
nor any member of my immediate family in the future.
Next thing I noticed, was that "Revenge" had indeed vanished from the
Internet, off his facebook and myspace and Reverbnation pages. No
trace of it to be found, other than the many downloaded versions
sitting in the phones and computers of The Consortium. And my own
downloaded copies for future use. Just in case.
Step one complete. And I let him know this. I waited for the rest of
the statements to appear, but I knew the little weasel wasn't going to
go that far in his public withdrawal. Not in his nature. And I already
knew from my contacts that certain members of The Consortium were all
het up over what I had done so far. Interesting the twists they were
putting on what actually happened. Nita is never happier than when she's
spitting nails over something I've done and embellished it.
And so that's where we're at now. Chad made the death threats. Chad
removed the death threats, once he realized he was about to lose his
job and everything that was important to him.
Tell me once again how "Words are words I wish not to speak for my
actions will repeat night when I creep. You think you're slick but you
failed to see my father's son is smarter than thee."
I warned you his lyrics were painful.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Judy and Me
Notes and blogs rarely just spring into existence for me. I usually wait for a spark of inspiration. Sometimes it's an event or sometimes it's something simple like a phone call. This is one of those times.
My Mom is not in good health right now. Bouncing back and forth between hospitals and 'care facilities'. (call them what you want, they're Rest Homes to me...) On a recent visit, Mom's hospital room phone rang. I answered since Mom was not in a state of mind to talk on said phone. It was Judy on the other end of the line.
Judy is my sister-in-law, and for those that know anything about me or our family, our relationship is best described as 'strained'. It was a very nice, pleasant phone call. I think it surprised both of us. :)
Here's the focus of this particular note. Judy and her place in my life. I think it will surprise a few of you, including some of my trolls. (Hello ladies)
Judy is a formidable woman. I flipped over her when Michael brought her home and introduced her to the family. I often told him that if I ever met a woman like her, I'd marry her. And I did. (sidenote: this comments usually grates on my wife's nerves to no end, for she and Judy pretty much despise one another and see no resemblance to each other whatsoever...) I see that both women are people of passion, that they love completely and fiercely, that they are loyal to their loved ones to a fault, that they are highly intelligent and emotional women. Not to be trifled with unless you're willing to deal with the consequences. They're both redheads for a reason.
In my own way, I hold Judy in pretty high regard. She was Michael's soul mate and best companion. I often wished that he had met and married her first. He was never so happy as when he was married to Judy. And I will always be grateful to her for bringing so much happiness to his life. I wish they could have had more time together.
Judy is a formidable foe as well. Frankly, she's one of the handful of people on the planet that I would count worthy of being on opposing sides of an issue and capable of providing me a decent challenge. I respect that too.
That said, let's look at where Judy and I are today. Lots of things happened when Michael died. I won't rehash them here, it's well documented elsewhere. Judy and I find ourselves in the position of working together right now for Mom's sake. I suspect we have entered into Mom's end run. There are a lot of things that are about to happen to bring even bigger changes to the family structure. Mom's death won't be the last for a while... There will be a lot more emotional upheaval for all of us to deal with.
Judy and I have a common interest here. Mom's welfare in this difficult time. Judy and I will never be friends, and I think we both acknowledge this fact, but we can work together in Mom's best interests. And we can be nice and pleasant to each other on the occasions when we are thrown together. After Mom's passing, we can fully go our separate ways, and that's just fine.
I don't hate Judy. I never did. I felt for her loss when Michael died. I hope that she is coping with the major changes in her life since his passing. I hope that those who love her are paying attention and giving her the love and support she needs during this time in her life.
And I still think she's a formidable woman.
My Mom is not in good health right now. Bouncing back and forth between hospitals and 'care facilities'. (call them what you want, they're Rest Homes to me...) On a recent visit, Mom's hospital room phone rang. I answered since Mom was not in a state of mind to talk on said phone. It was Judy on the other end of the line.
Judy is my sister-in-law, and for those that know anything about me or our family, our relationship is best described as 'strained'. It was a very nice, pleasant phone call. I think it surprised both of us. :)
Here's the focus of this particular note. Judy and her place in my life. I think it will surprise a few of you, including some of my trolls. (Hello ladies)
Judy is a formidable woman. I flipped over her when Michael brought her home and introduced her to the family. I often told him that if I ever met a woman like her, I'd marry her. And I did. (sidenote: this comments usually grates on my wife's nerves to no end, for she and Judy pretty much despise one another and see no resemblance to each other whatsoever...) I see that both women are people of passion, that they love completely and fiercely, that they are loyal to their loved ones to a fault, that they are highly intelligent and emotional women. Not to be trifled with unless you're willing to deal with the consequences. They're both redheads for a reason.
In my own way, I hold Judy in pretty high regard. She was Michael's soul mate and best companion. I often wished that he had met and married her first. He was never so happy as when he was married to Judy. And I will always be grateful to her for bringing so much happiness to his life. I wish they could have had more time together.
Judy is a formidable foe as well. Frankly, she's one of the handful of people on the planet that I would count worthy of being on opposing sides of an issue and capable of providing me a decent challenge. I respect that too.
That said, let's look at where Judy and I are today. Lots of things happened when Michael died. I won't rehash them here, it's well documented elsewhere. Judy and I find ourselves in the position of working together right now for Mom's sake. I suspect we have entered into Mom's end run. There are a lot of things that are about to happen to bring even bigger changes to the family structure. Mom's death won't be the last for a while... There will be a lot more emotional upheaval for all of us to deal with.
Judy and I have a common interest here. Mom's welfare in this difficult time. Judy and I will never be friends, and I think we both acknowledge this fact, but we can work together in Mom's best interests. And we can be nice and pleasant to each other on the occasions when we are thrown together. After Mom's passing, we can fully go our separate ways, and that's just fine.
I don't hate Judy. I never did. I felt for her loss when Michael died. I hope that she is coping with the major changes in her life since his passing. I hope that those who love her are paying attention and giving her the love and support she needs during this time in her life.
And I still think she's a formidable woman.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Dante's Infernal
My iambic pentameter challenged nephew accuses me of several things in his song "Revenge'. So for today's topic I'll answer Why I Blog.
No, it's not that I'm somehow braver sitting here in Tulsa Oklahoma and most of the people I talk about are enscounced in Arizona. Most of them refuse to talk to me through most conventional means: phone calls, letters, emails, you name it. Even my sister in law has her messages on facebook disabled to avoid contact with me. Who knew I was so scary? Or as one of my nieces recently opined, 'full of RAGE'. Geez, sometimes I wonder if anyone in my family even knows me, outside of my wife and kids. Simply put, I blog to put my thoughts down, to process the details of my life and because it's fun.
So on to the other topic of today's blog.
The Nature of Friendship.
I've been thinking a lot about the nature of friendship lately. Being so active on facebook has brought back a large number of people back into my life. Old friendships; some I didn't even realize I had. On the other hand, it has helped to show me how weak some of my friendships are and always have been.
My eldest son has learned a few lessons about his friendships recently, through the ocean cruise that we took him and some of his friends on for the celebration of his 21st birthday. He invited a few 'friends' who he wanted to take part in his celebration.
You'd think that anyone would be thrilled to take part in such a nice invitation. Or at the very least, grateful to be included in a family function like this.
If I had invited someone over to my house for a birthday party, and they immediately ran off to one of the bedrooms in my house and holed themselves away for the duration of said party, I'd be a little miffed. Wouldn't you?
This is basically what happened to Danny. His 'friends' spent most of their time on the cruise ship, cloistered in thier cabin, keeping to themselves and treating Danny like a red headed step child.
Several thoughts spring to mind in this situation...
If you really don't care for Danny and find him irritating, why did you accept to go on the cruise in the first place? I think the answer is pretty obvious. They came along thinking that they weren't going to pay him back for the cruise tickets like they had agreed to conditionally in advance, so what the hell? Yes, I warned Danny not to pay for their tickets in advance, because I figured after meeting them the first time, that they would take advantage of his good nature. And they did.
If you travel the world, learn to be a little respectful for cultures not your own. It was painfully obvious that they were uncomfortable being off U.S. soil, but acting like 'spoiled Americans' was downright embarassing. You know the stereotype... they embodied it.
And Brian (Dante), Honey, there was only room for ONE Drama Queen on the cruise, and this bitch wears the high heels. :)
In some regards, I'm glad that these users showed their true colors to Danny. He is better off without 'friends' like these.
Doesn't make it hurt any less for him, and that makes me sad and angry at the same time. Danny is one of the sweetest most gentle giants on the planet. People that don't appreciate him don't deserve to be a part of his life. And people who mistreat him like this run the chance of ruining the man he is. I can't abide that.
As part of the fall out of my brother's death, I ended up losing someone that I considered a friend for many years myself. In the course of discussion between he and I during the destruction of our friendship, a few things came to light. In the past, some friends and I have had a difference of opinion as to the definition of friendship. One friend called it 'mutual exploitation'. I thought that was a bit harsh, but I understood what he was trying to say.
In the case of the recently lost friendship, he mentioned how much he always respected me. That surprised me, as I had felt many aspects of our friendship over the years, but respect was never one of them. We talked every now and then, we shared common interests, but there were several episodes over the years that showed me that although we were friends, there was no respect on his part present. Friendship for me means that I like your company. I enjoy being around you and we have a good time together. I enjoy sharing thoughts and ideas with you.
Respectful Friendship does not include insulting my manhood because my wife is having a little girl instead of a boy, or degrading my wife because she's active in little theater instead of being a 'real actor' like your mom. You get the idea...
It appears to me that I can do without certain friends in my life as well. And frankly, since he cut me out of his life, I haven't noticed much of a difference.
No, it's not that I'm somehow braver sitting here in Tulsa Oklahoma and most of the people I talk about are enscounced in Arizona. Most of them refuse to talk to me through most conventional means: phone calls, letters, emails, you name it. Even my sister in law has her messages on facebook disabled to avoid contact with me. Who knew I was so scary? Or as one of my nieces recently opined, 'full of RAGE'. Geez, sometimes I wonder if anyone in my family even knows me, outside of my wife and kids. Simply put, I blog to put my thoughts down, to process the details of my life and because it's fun.
So on to the other topic of today's blog.
The Nature of Friendship.
I've been thinking a lot about the nature of friendship lately. Being so active on facebook has brought back a large number of people back into my life. Old friendships; some I didn't even realize I had. On the other hand, it has helped to show me how weak some of my friendships are and always have been.
My eldest son has learned a few lessons about his friendships recently, through the ocean cruise that we took him and some of his friends on for the celebration of his 21st birthday. He invited a few 'friends' who he wanted to take part in his celebration.
You'd think that anyone would be thrilled to take part in such a nice invitation. Or at the very least, grateful to be included in a family function like this.
If I had invited someone over to my house for a birthday party, and they immediately ran off to one of the bedrooms in my house and holed themselves away for the duration of said party, I'd be a little miffed. Wouldn't you?
This is basically what happened to Danny. His 'friends' spent most of their time on the cruise ship, cloistered in thier cabin, keeping to themselves and treating Danny like a red headed step child.
Several thoughts spring to mind in this situation...
If you really don't care for Danny and find him irritating, why did you accept to go on the cruise in the first place? I think the answer is pretty obvious. They came along thinking that they weren't going to pay him back for the cruise tickets like they had agreed to conditionally in advance, so what the hell? Yes, I warned Danny not to pay for their tickets in advance, because I figured after meeting them the first time, that they would take advantage of his good nature. And they did.
If you travel the world, learn to be a little respectful for cultures not your own. It was painfully obvious that they were uncomfortable being off U.S. soil, but acting like 'spoiled Americans' was downright embarassing. You know the stereotype... they embodied it.
And Brian (Dante), Honey, there was only room for ONE Drama Queen on the cruise, and this bitch wears the high heels. :)
In some regards, I'm glad that these users showed their true colors to Danny. He is better off without 'friends' like these.
Doesn't make it hurt any less for him, and that makes me sad and angry at the same time. Danny is one of the sweetest most gentle giants on the planet. People that don't appreciate him don't deserve to be a part of his life. And people who mistreat him like this run the chance of ruining the man he is. I can't abide that.
As part of the fall out of my brother's death, I ended up losing someone that I considered a friend for many years myself. In the course of discussion between he and I during the destruction of our friendship, a few things came to light. In the past, some friends and I have had a difference of opinion as to the definition of friendship. One friend called it 'mutual exploitation'. I thought that was a bit harsh, but I understood what he was trying to say.
In the case of the recently lost friendship, he mentioned how much he always respected me. That surprised me, as I had felt many aspects of our friendship over the years, but respect was never one of them. We talked every now and then, we shared common interests, but there were several episodes over the years that showed me that although we were friends, there was no respect on his part present. Friendship for me means that I like your company. I enjoy being around you and we have a good time together. I enjoy sharing thoughts and ideas with you.
Respectful Friendship does not include insulting my manhood because my wife is having a little girl instead of a boy, or degrading my wife because she's active in little theater instead of being a 'real actor' like your mom. You get the idea...
It appears to me that I can do without certain friends in my life as well. And frankly, since he cut me out of his life, I haven't noticed much of a difference.
Friday, December 31, 2010
2010 Dead and Buried
A few observations about the passing of 2010:
Crusing on an Oceanliner for a week is still one of the coolest things on the planet to do.
Toy Trains sets for your birthday and Christmas never gets old.
Bacon crumbled and mixed into your chocolate chip cookie dough is not as strange as it sounds and is rather tasty.
A death in the family is the quickest way to figure out who your friends are and always were.
Amaretto can still cure all ills.
facebook is still a total waste of time, but keeps me amused and out of trouble (for the most part)
Being the inspiration for a rap song is sorta cool in a creepy way, even if it includes several death threats to your person and loved ones... and what the hey, I've still got seven years to press charges. :)
Crusing on an Oceanliner for a week is still one of the coolest things on the planet to do.
Toy Trains sets for your birthday and Christmas never gets old.
Bacon crumbled and mixed into your chocolate chip cookie dough is not as strange as it sounds and is rather tasty.
A death in the family is the quickest way to figure out who your friends are and always were.
Amaretto can still cure all ills.
facebook is still a total waste of time, but keeps me amused and out of trouble (for the most part)
Being the inspiration for a rap song is sorta cool in a creepy way, even if it includes several death threats to your person and loved ones... and what the hey, I've still got seven years to press charges. :)
Monday, December 27, 2010
Grudge
I'm pretty well known for holding a grudge. Ask anyone. But 2010 opened my eyes to a few things: it's been a rough year. Recently it was brought to my attention that a couple of family members are haboring some mighty strong grudges against me. That's really unfortunate. And the worst part is, they're only hurting themselves.
Holding on to my grudge against my brother cost me any chance at all of developing a friendship with him. And if I had been successful in bonding in some way with him, we might have been able to communicate. Found a solution that might have restored us as a family. Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda. I do that a lot.
So I will say it again. Talk to one another. Talk to me. I don't bite unless unnecessarily provoked.
And although I don't advise it, you can even lead off with an all out verbal assault. Get it out of your system. One of my nephews wrote a song about his feelings towards me. Probably the best I've heard him produce. It opened some doors between he and I, and most importantly, it opened some lines of communication. It's a start.
Holding on to my grudge against my brother cost me any chance at all of developing a friendship with him. And if I had been successful in bonding in some way with him, we might have been able to communicate. Found a solution that might have restored us as a family. Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda. I do that a lot.
So I will say it again. Talk to one another. Talk to me. I don't bite unless unnecessarily provoked.
And although I don't advise it, you can even lead off with an all out verbal assault. Get it out of your system. One of my nephews wrote a song about his feelings towards me. Probably the best I've heard him produce. It opened some doors between he and I, and most importantly, it opened some lines of communication. It's a start.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Good
My brother died the other day.
Good. That's the first word that popped into my mind when the call came. Good.
Good on many levels. Good that he was released from a very painful and lingering death. Good that the ones who still loved him can experience a sense of relief for him being out of the pain. And for some of us, Good that he is finally removed from this plane of existence.
I've talked about the many sins of Michael in the past, I won't go into it here again. You can preview past blogs about him if you want. I lost a brother, or at least the potential of a brother the other day. We have been estranged for quite some time now. Friends have been sending condolences, expressing words of comfort for my loss. Truthfully, I lost Michael a very long time ago. I don't mourn for the man who was never a brother to me, but for what might have been. I never had a really cool big brother, and he missed out on the most awesome little brother ever.
And so it goes... one of the days I knew was coming is finally here. I can't say I have mixed emotions about it, I pretty much knew how I would feel when the day came. I hurt for my mother's loss, as no parent should ever have to bury a child. I hurt for my sister on a lot of levels. Unfortunately, that's about it. Most of his kids killed my affection for them years ago. The two I do have feelings for, Nikki and Brian, are more like my own kids to me than his. Not surprising, as I sometimes feel like I helped finish raising them after he deserted them when they were very young.
We all deal with death in our own way. One of my friends went meltdown recently in regards to the aftermath of Michael's death and how some of the family is dealing with it. I suspect he is still dealing with the recent death of his own mother last year in addition to how his wife, one of Michael's daughters, is taking her father's death. My daughter mentioned raising a glass in toast to Michael's passing, she is glad he's gone. I'm right there with her. The friend got highly offended. Get over it. We all are entitled to our reactions to his passing. The man was a monster during part of his lifetime. You can't really be surprised. And I have no intention of rewriting history now that he is dead, and won't abide any of the rest of the family doing the same.
So here's to you, Michael. 66 years on this earth and now gone.
Good.
Good. That's the first word that popped into my mind when the call came. Good.
Good on many levels. Good that he was released from a very painful and lingering death. Good that the ones who still loved him can experience a sense of relief for him being out of the pain. And for some of us, Good that he is finally removed from this plane of existence.
I've talked about the many sins of Michael in the past, I won't go into it here again. You can preview past blogs about him if you want. I lost a brother, or at least the potential of a brother the other day. We have been estranged for quite some time now. Friends have been sending condolences, expressing words of comfort for my loss. Truthfully, I lost Michael a very long time ago. I don't mourn for the man who was never a brother to me, but for what might have been. I never had a really cool big brother, and he missed out on the most awesome little brother ever.
And so it goes... one of the days I knew was coming is finally here. I can't say I have mixed emotions about it, I pretty much knew how I would feel when the day came. I hurt for my mother's loss, as no parent should ever have to bury a child. I hurt for my sister on a lot of levels. Unfortunately, that's about it. Most of his kids killed my affection for them years ago. The two I do have feelings for, Nikki and Brian, are more like my own kids to me than his. Not surprising, as I sometimes feel like I helped finish raising them after he deserted them when they were very young.
We all deal with death in our own way. One of my friends went meltdown recently in regards to the aftermath of Michael's death and how some of the family is dealing with it. I suspect he is still dealing with the recent death of his own mother last year in addition to how his wife, one of Michael's daughters, is taking her father's death. My daughter mentioned raising a glass in toast to Michael's passing, she is glad he's gone. I'm right there with her. The friend got highly offended. Get over it. We all are entitled to our reactions to his passing. The man was a monster during part of his lifetime. You can't really be surprised. And I have no intention of rewriting history now that he is dead, and won't abide any of the rest of the family doing the same.
So here's to you, Michael. 66 years on this earth and now gone.
Good.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Lullaby
It's time to put something to bed. I've been talking about my brother and his misdeeds for quite some time. I've made my points, discussed the ins and outs of what happened. Tried in vain to convince him that he needed to clean up after himself. I've always known that he would refuse. He's a weak man in all the ways that are important, sadly. It will have an effect of him for the rest of his days. That said, I have come to the realization during my brief stay here in Arizona recently, that Michael may not have been the main problem all these years. I think the problem may come from his current wife, Judy. She's quite upset with me at the moment, following a letter that I sent to her, both at home and to her place of business. Beside a rather terse email sent to me, she sent a letter with a decidely different tone to my Mom. Unfortunately, she's operating on the assumption that Mom is unaware of Mike and Jo's history and what happened. She also, once again, underestimates me and how I operate.
Judy, if you're going to lie about something I've done... i.e. saying I did not put your name on the envelope that I mailed to your place of business, you might want to consider that I made a photocopy of said letter's front before I mailed it. Just in case.
Now mind you, I do appreciate when people hand me things on a silver platter; and Judy jumping in with both feet to prove to Mom that she will lie to her in an attempt to discredit me is beauty. I love when that happens. Makes my job soooooo much easier.
That said, I agree with several friends and family members that I've been talking to over the past week or so that it is time for this issue to be 'put to bed'. Michael will never say I'm sorry. Jojo is at peace with what he did and accepts that he will never take responsibility for himself. The extended family members that were at one time saying that Jo lied have recanted. In essence, my work here is done.
On to the next 'project'... and yes, Judy. You're in my thoughts. :)
Judy, if you're going to lie about something I've done... i.e. saying I did not put your name on the envelope that I mailed to your place of business, you might want to consider that I made a photocopy of said letter's front before I mailed it. Just in case.
Now mind you, I do appreciate when people hand me things on a silver platter; and Judy jumping in with both feet to prove to Mom that she will lie to her in an attempt to discredit me is beauty. I love when that happens. Makes my job soooooo much easier.
That said, I agree with several friends and family members that I've been talking to over the past week or so that it is time for this issue to be 'put to bed'. Michael will never say I'm sorry. Jojo is at peace with what he did and accepts that he will never take responsibility for himself. The extended family members that were at one time saying that Jo lied have recanted. In essence, my work here is done.
On to the next 'project'... and yes, Judy. You're in my thoughts. :)
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