After the last last last last last, same-ol'-shite verbal & physically in my face, railing on Amy Jin abuse session from Sarah(-adoptive mother), then Sam(-adoptive father), this morning, I finally came to an intention that finally came as complete, from within, to formally and legally end all ties with the people responsible for bringing me to this country which, somehow, like all the things I've been victimized in, they are trying to figure out how to make "my fault." I made a rare call to my adoptive sister. She probably needs to consult them and others before knowing how to see or feel about it, but, in the voice of the little sister I remember, all she knew how to say was, "Bye, Amy."
It started because Sarah was putting out Easter decorations & mentioned she never liked a bunny my Grandmother Schmelzer had painted for me when I was a child. I said I loved it & suggested a couple places it should go. She said it wasn't going out anywhere in her house now, all of a sudden, &, in fact, she noticed (during the many invasions she/they've made into the places where I reside/have my things in the house) that when I cleaned "the room" (that used to be "my" room, which is no longer--They're now all "hers") last week, I moved some of the picture frames, which she threatened to throw me out on the streets for. Her/their favorite thing to say is she's/they're happy to put me back "under a bridge" & say they have all of these supposed "people" or "friends" who regularly put me down (Bigots/ignoramus' from Dubuque, of course)(primarily cuz they got the Lion, not the Mouse), call me "weird," "crazy," or whatever else they're saying (See previous writing about the people who ate Jesus' "crazy bread")--then rant questions that aren't really questions (because I've given them the answers multiple times) about what's "WRONG with you?!!!!" Hmm. Maybe I'm in a foreign country, as an orphan, who's been now totally murdered by the family who received a gift and trashed it.
Seems like Sam & Sarah Schmelzer, and any remaining connections who've supported their insanity/spiritually (if not in fact) criminal activity, in my regard (Technically, when you do things directly causative to taking away a person's ability to live or hold down work of any kind, that's known as killing someone off--& on purpose? And when you then turn around & tell people it's because the person did something wrong, when they didn't, and when they came back to you BECAUSE they were victimized, and you offer them safe haven, but use it to empower your own life and energy & beat them over the head for accepting the offer, that's called BULLS**T. And when you can't own up when your own child stares you in the eyes, after he or she's again proven you wrong, & U respond with more lies and insults, that's called CRIMINAL according to anyone who's NOT nuts/decent & not split about it).
For the nth time, I was told she hopes I never have children of my own because there are "slow" people who've "made something of their lives" (working at Wal-Mart or what have U), & I've made nothing of mine. As she's making faces at me &, as usual, using my own words to try to come after me (This proves my efficacy as a Teacher, at least, since though they've learned nothing, at least they're copying me!), telling me I'm "abusing them" in their home, since, after hearing/seeing all of it with my mouth open & my coffee cup almost dropping out of my hand, I shout (finally) that they're horrible, sick people--that they are, in fact, s**t. And in deep s**t. And I hope they're punished, brought out be4 the public--but, I mean, by who? Along with anyone else to whom this applies (Step out from behind the pillars & out of the shadows, Dark Ones!!!!!!! Come battle with the Light, and let's see who Wins!!!). I think the logic I've seen from my upbringing, however, says that that understanding of God says God doesn't care so long as U show up to church & make nice with everyone else, even if U walk away totally trashing them.
Due Karma.
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