Per Trish:
i have a friend that whenever he comes around i feel very cross. its like calling an exorcist to a haunted house. i just get cross and he has done nothing to me. Why does this happen ? it scares me. Am i picking up something here?
My former mother in law had a nasty habit of purposefully showing up at the worst imaginable moments. She was as surly an old troublemaker as ever came out of the feminine supremacist cult.
No man was good enough for her little girl, least of all a loyal Marine. If I didn't have an assortment of frailties that she could goad as her form of "A little wicked fun," then she didn't get her job done that idle and worthless day.
She managed to get my ex wife to leave me three times -- the last, hoping that I was dead. The ex wife left with my son, at her mother's behest. It is as nauseating and bitter as any soap opera (for all I know, she was acting out one of her tacky soaps).
She decided that merely breaking my family apart and trying to railroad me into prison for trumped up domestic violence charges (that the prosecutor later dropped when my ex wife and her mother started contradicting each others' lies). He then filed perjury charges and my ex MIL went to jail for 90 days. No-contact orders went violated five times. Still she was up in arms regardless court ordered in-patient psychotherapy and 1 year of outpatient "counseling."
It didn't take too long to get back on my feet once shed of that feminist liability, regardless her insane feminist games, lies, and subornation. Nor did it take very long to find a woman who is worthy of me, does her own thinking, and does not need to follow feminism like a mindless sheep.
The ex MIL then recruited one of my relatives to harass us mercilessly. We got calls every night at 2:00 AM from that miserable old leftist crank, and every day, I found another stack of hate mail in my fax. We got a restraining order, that they all three promptly violated, and for their trouble spent thirty days in jail. My son, in their "care" was repeatedly beaten in a number of abusive foster homes but my motions for modification of custody were all summarily rejected -- because California is a state where feminine supremacist cult members can do no wrong.
We got a non-published home phone number and line blocker for the three business lines, but somehow that bunch of cranks kept up the war of vile tricks that included written demands to renounce Christ and threats on my son's life if I didn't "Apologize for your inexcusable maleness! All males are evil . . .!"
My eldest son grew up under that. For his eighteenth birthday, he got kicked out of the house because my child support allotment ended then by Divorce Decree. I offered to continue payments until he graduated High School, only to find that she pulled him out of High School, because the ex wife never graduated.
She scoffed at education. Why should "A mere testosterone poisoned male get an education?" Since Obama went public with absolute support of that hateful game, he and his entire failed party have proven that their worth is absolutely zero.
For some reason, every time these people sent us letters (always threatening, sexist, and defamatory) we started feeling very bad. It is a Pavlovian reflex, dependent on incessant, repetitive, and utterly intolerable trauma.
When my son finally got loose and came here, he was in severe need of psychological treatment for chronic PTSD, remedial education, and medical care. It was too late to help him significantly -- his mother made damned sure of that -- and when she died of AIDS he was quite relieved. There was no love lost, I assure you.
He failed out of college, but we put him to work here driving a track hoe. Sadly, he cannot drive the truck because he cannot qualify for a CDL, but excavating teams work together anyway.
If you have been through that sort of feminist nightmare, and you don't get a bad case of the surlies, then you don't have a conscience to offend.
It is a miracle that my family found the grace to forgive those three miserable wretches once they were safely six feet under, but God is still in the miracle business. We finally forgave them, but we cannot in good conscience do more than that.
