Conclusions.

BTW, just to make clear. Eric, my cousin, really was going to leave town and let my poor cats die of dehydration. It seemed at first like he was trying to raise my anxiety making me think that while I was inpatient. But he was telling the truth too. He's out of town, and my cats would have died of dehydration that way. Especially with the heat wave we're having now in Detroit. He left a large plastic bowl of water though. Also it looks like someone vandalized my house. My microwave is shot. When I open it the turn table starts turning. It might be giving off microwave radiation. And my washing machine is shot too. And my clean clothing on the floor is destroyed. I think only the bottom-most clothes touched the dirty water. I don't know because I wasn't home. I was ready to just relax and make a potato kugel when this all began as I said. Someone one supposed was fixing something in the basement and ruptured a pipe. But it looks like vandalism to me. But I don't know as I said.

I need Eric's money. Especially now that I am damaged and will need expensive things the trust was never designed to provide. And I really couldn't make it on my own. I am really handicapped in some way or another. I'd be homeless without Eric and his money. He'll have to stay on. But maybe some jail time or the threat of that at least would make him compliant. And maybe it's time to drop this whole charade and hold everyone else involved accountable too. Like my therapist tells me could happen. Because we will be going thru this every year, and my situation and mental or intellectual handicap will never change. Jail time now, for all involved. I demand it.