How’s it? Me. Well. I’ve hoped, prayed, tried, and done EVERY POSSIBLE THING I COULD THINK OF to recover from CUNTESSA’S disgusting eviction of me in February of 2011.
As you may or may not know, I was cyber-stalked to Asheville by a mini CUNTESSA who forced my precious Tolstoy and I into the streets where we where MURDERED for what I now know to be defraudment of a “system” I cannot wait to expose and TEAR APART.
Tolstoy’s gone forever, while I still wish the bitch had shot me.
Instead, I’ve suffered crimes against humanity NOBODY WOULD BELIEVE OR KNOW HAPPENS RIGHT UNDER THE UNITED STATES OF GLUTTONY’S NOSE. I know exactly what, how, when and where my flesh has been used. I also know the people I’ve co-habituated and been stigmatized into being NEED MY VOICE-I’m coming back TO SCREAM LOUDER THAN BEFORE IN WAYS I COULDN’T ever before.
I’m happy. I’m sober. I’ve gotten treatment and medications for my actual diagnosis, which IS A FAR CRY FROM THE NARRATIVE MY “Mother” still spews. She’s used me as a scapegoat for HER DISGUSTING DRUG ADDICTION ALL OF MY LIFE.
Her bullshit STOLE MY FAMILY.
I’m so sorry for all the times I’d rescued her-the things I could have done and been are gut-wrenching now that I’ve witnessed how grotesque she’s become. She’s OLD, ugly and high AF 24/7-at 75 she loves dabs so much SHE STOLE ALL THE PLANT MEDICINE I’D shipped, even though SHE HAS POUNDS SENT TWICE A YEAR AND A SCUMBAG, BEAST REALATOR TO BRING HER AS MUCH QS SHE WANTS ANY OLD TIME.
She actually held me hostage without a way to get my mail without her GOD-DAMNED HELP AND PERMISSION.
THREE TIMES in two months and two days. Can you imagine? Ugh.
Her house is in a retirement community that spans three counties! What. A. FUCKING. CUNT.
Exposing and changing the way we deal with homelessness will be my next mission. I’ve spent YEARS IN SILENCE WITH THE BOOK I’ve, finally, decided to write any way I can.
For now, please know, you haven’t heard from or seen me much in all of these years because “The System” is in place to KILL PEOPLE WHO KNOW NO BETTER. I’ve suffered through wasted years, as I’ve continued to fight for “stable housing,” I ALMOST HAD, until CUNTESSA flew in on her broom stick TO PULL THE RUG RIGHT OUT FROM UNDER ME!
There’s so much I plan to write about what’s happened to me during the past nightmare, yet for now I NEED TO SHARE WHAT I’ve learned by being desperate enough to allow that BITCH, who claimed to “love me, miss me, have plenty of money to help me, in a huge house” matched with an even bigger desire to see me again. She claimed to have expected me to “come home” within a few weeks after she COMPLETELY ANNIHILATED ME AND MY LIFE.
It took EIGHT HORRIFIC YEARS FOR ME TO GET OFF THE STREETS SHE PUT ME ON SIMPLY BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO STEAL MY STUFF and to destroy everything I’d worked to EARN IN SPITE OF HER.
Her last words to me in 2011 where, I’ve never gotten to accomplish my dreams, SO WHY SHOULD YOU?”
We ALL KNOW I WILL; however, couldn’t she leave well enough alone?
This last time got her so riled up, SHE TOSSED ME OUT THE DOOR WITH A RAGING FUNGAL INFECTION, more lies to the police, and an insistence I’m the “vile and disgusting one.”
Not QUITE.
In fact, I’ve realized exactly why she and I never got along AND I’d done my level best to get her to realize SHE WAS, IS, AND WILL FOREVER BE WRONG.
She brought me to her dump where she’s hoarded five of everything you can think of AND STILL SLEEPS ON THE BED I EARNED BY UPRIGHT WORK, unlike HER.
It took less than a week for me to realize she’d brought me “home” to HER PRISON in an attempt to change the narrative of our lives, as IF I HADN’T SUFFERERED HER DOMESTIC VIOLENCE ALL OF MY LIFE.
She’s ALWAYS BEEN JEALOUS. This time, she got upset because I HAVE MULTIPLE HIGH LIMIT CREDIT CARDS (I’m paying off in credit counseling due to “housing authority CORRUPTION). I pay ALL OF MY BILLS on a tiny fixed income. Of course, I’ll always trump her! “The most I EVER GOT IS $480!’
PATHETIC BITCH.
It’s pretty simple to keep GOOD AND/OR EXCELLENT CREDIT, unless you’ve spent a lifetime conning everyone and everything around you into A LOAD OF CRAP!
For example, most banks don’t like extending credit to NON-VETERAN’S WHO STEAL PENSIONS BASED ON LIES, then refuse to pay the mortgage she ALSO STOLE FROM MEN AND WOMEN WHO ACTUALLY SERVED OUR COUNTRY!
It makes me sick to have slept outside with men and women my “mother” used me to TO ROB.
She’ll get her day, JUST LIKE ME.
For now, I’m not interested in whining about how she threw me into the streets without anything I needed, bought or had hoped based on “promises” she’s never been able to fulfill.
Of course, I knew it could go South; however, nobody told me she was a two-hundred dollar ride to anywhere I NEED AND WANT TO BE.
The days since she threw me out where furiously HORRID.
Everything I own in the world now fits in a back pack, as my gorgeous PURCHASES where stolen by junkies on Daytona Beach, where I also lost Tolstoy’s ashes. I hope they’ve tossed my baby’s body in the ocean instead of the trash can. I ALSO HOPE THEY HAD A BLAST WITH WHATEVER THEY GOT BY SELLING THE LAST OF MY GORGEOUS! Oh the windfall makes me want to vomit, but I KNOW MONEY BURNS, SHIT GETS STOLEN AND PEOPLE WILL TURN ON YOU.
The ONLY THING THAT MATTERS TO ME IS HOW WE TREAT EACH OTHER AND HOW WE FEEL ABOUT LIFE.
I’ve excelled at BOTH. I cannot wait to tell you all about it through the book that’s almost written! It’s gonna blow anything I MIGHT have done in the past AS FAR AWAY AS CUNTESSA. Stay tuned!
QUICK SIDE NOTE: please bear with me as I navigate the learning curve of coming back to blogging-I’m struggling to learn how to post like I used to, but things take time!
Last, I want to say, my brother has turned out to be one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met, especially since I’d only been allowed to do so as the REAL ME, recently. CUNTESSA was helll-bent to Fuck that up, too, which breaks my heart into a zillion pieces, especially for how it went down.
I’m desperate to reach him; however, he and everyone else have been fooled by actions and lies instilled by a woman who hasn’t ever had a “motherly” bone in her body. I’m devastated; however, working hard to get to a place where he might be willing to try again.
In the meantime, I also need to let him know I love him. I’m sorry. I’ll also never do a single thing I’ve done in the past EVER AGAIN.
Onward and UPWARD.
‘Till Next Time,
STAY REAL.
Go-Go Rach
