Throwing in the Towel

 The disclaimer on my anonymous livejournal.com page said something to the effect of: should anyone help me get justice for any of these issues, I only hope that they have enough heart and decency to seek out the rightful owner and share the spoils.  Much like with my life insurance policy, they devised a way to do what was asked, without letting me have a penny of it. Typical, basic Tucson mentality. I did not say the original owner, I said the rightful owner, me.  My posts were anonymous, naming no one. I took all four of you out to eat at Friendly's, when I was only 13 years old. Paid for with my money, that I earned. None of you had any money to chip in and I never asked you to repay me.   181 Terrace Drive had a boy I'd never met in the four years we'd been living there.  I even made him go home and ask permission to come with us. Right next door, and I'd never even seen him once before. 

 Griffin came home with a cat named Whiskey. Mostly black with white paws.  Griffin had bonded with the cat and they gave him to Griffin, but it was my cat. Katherine had Patches and I had Whikey. And, they just gave him away. 

 You know, I even asked the doctor who performed my surgery: how had they performed an MRI which showed a bunch of syringes inside me, when the needle part is still inside the tip of the syringe. He just dismissed my claim. Not to mention I still was wearing the tension loops in my traguses which require a special tool to put on. In Avondale. 2016

 This is the exact spot I found my missing ring, after it being missing for more than twenty years. Then, it disappeared from the sink when I'd been doing dishes at Debi's house, after I took my eyes off of it Ling enough to check to see what Debi was hollering for. 30 seconds or less.  Days later, Angie, was showing off a gold ingot that she had melted down from the gold she didn't have to begin with. 

 The difference is in intent. I did not notebook anyone to manipulate the system. Nor did anyone on my behalf.  I repeatedly had notebooks pulled on me and still am having notebooks pulled on me, for no reason. I never slept with Chris. Period.  I came to town twice a summer for a week or two at at time. I was an easy target to blame everything on.  They made it into a game of keep away. Bullying me. Trying to kill me. And, stealing my money, just to keep their lies afloat. They notebooked my money in exchange for the opportunity to be taken care of by those they notebooked my financial freedom to. Plain and simple.  

 How much did you sell the Marriott INTL for when you margined every asset belonging to your family? And, to whom did you sell it? Admission of guilt de facto. 

 The audition was on a Wednesday and Chris and Ryan didn't attend on Tuesday and Thursday. On Friday, their father showed up, handed me a check for 65.00 with Final Payment written in the memo line. He then handed me a complaint, which was several hundred pages long.  I couldn't attend the Court date, because I had missed too many days of school already. I remember the interview prior to the boys starting very well. I'd never been interviewed by perspective clients before. They asked me what I did with the kid's who attended my program, and had a laundry list of things their children weren't allowed to be exposed to. Sugar, caffeine, gratuitous violence, the Simpson's,  Roseanne, MTV, but they assured me that they were self-regulating.  They knew what they weren't allowed to take part in and were exceptional at following the criteria.   So, why hadn't they self-regulated on the incident in question? I moved from the apartment complex that year, but atten...