More On My Experiences.

I also had a couple more stories about my Uncle Al. You know I have many stories about my Uncle Al, and most of them are about how selfish and sick he was. And yet he was a pillar of the community, and he thought he was in a position to judge me. And he died a happy man, living a life of ease and comfort, getting everything he ever wanted in life. Including having his adopted son, who he did horrible, horrible things too, paying him homage just like he always wanted. To spite me, both of them. Clearly like someone put them up to it, I'm serious. There seemed some central planning behind that around 2005 as there often is in my life. And I usually find out I was correct to think that, as you have seen. But, one time he was over at our house. And my adopted cousin, who was about 3 or 4 at the time, ducked behind a chair because he was shy. And Al blew up at him. He was very angry at him at that point. Like I said, he wanted to put a stamp on his buttocks and send him back to Canada but no one would let him. So he wasn't getting his way, and plus my adopted cousin was causing him an inconvenience. Like I thought at the time, when you cause Al an inconvenience you surely are the most evil person on the planet. Worst than Hitler, worst than Stalin, in his eyes. And he thought surely the whole world was angry with him and on his side at that point. But anyways, he ducked behind a chair in our dining room. And Al blew up at him. Then Al started going into an angry tirade and arguing with everyone, probably telling all off one by one I'm sure. And then at one point he turned to my aunt who was also sitting at the table and said, stop nudging me leg! And then at one point my other uncle and aunt, my Uncle Chet and Aunt Irene accidentally got involved. My Aunt Irene stood up and my Uncle Chet told her, stay out of this. But she said no, I am just going to see the baby. (I was a baby at the time and in my room.) Then my maternal grandmother tried to defend my adopted cousin telling Al to leave him alone, he was just a little baby. And Al tore into her, making her cry hysterically. (She then cried for three days straight until my Uncle Chet went to her house to console her.) Then Al stormed out of our house in a rage to walk home, almost breaking our door. I was also surprised to later learn that my maternal grandmother had no idea that Al was abusing his son. I just assumed for years she must have known especially after incidents like the one above, but no my aunt said. She never told her. It was a secret. Like I said, I was part of the secret. Until around 2005 when it seemed like Al was spreading horrible lies about me everywhere. And so I finally had to tell people. I told my psychiatrist, I told my doctor and at least one or two other people what a horrible man Al was and what he did to his son. At first people reacted with anger, defending Al. Saying he was a wonderful person and I should leave him alone. But it did eventually end I think, all of that. Or in any event Al died in 2006 after he got bleeding on his brain. But you realize we agreed as a family that Al would never be allowed to make people think he was a wonderful father like he wanted. Not because he thought it was true, but for purely selfish reasons. And during the holidays of 1995 this thing started where we were at a restaurant and Al tried to get his son to shake his hand and his son flatly refused, making a small scene. And then at the other restaurant his son made a big scene chastising Al publicly for all the horrible things he had done when he was taking the handshake thing a step further by trying to tell the world he was a good father instead of just keeping his mouth shut, which is all we ever asked of him. (And oddly our probate lawyer Karl Schettenhelm seemed to know something about that, which I still can't explain.) But starting 2005 he shook hands with his son repeatedly, several times in our restaurant sometimes, to get back at me. Because it was all about me at that point, I still don't know why. And each time he did, he got a big grin on his face and smiled and looked over to see if I was watching. I trust you see the recurring theme of hypocrisy in my life. I am usually minding my own business, often living the life of a very good person. And then they start harassing me. About my car, while it's the people around me and in the city where I live who shouldn't be driving. Or they start scrutinizing my innocent behavior or watching me, while crime and abuse are happening all around me and often right next door to me. But they are focused on me. I always thought it was disgusting, and now that it has led to this. My being damaged and left alone, with not enough money to live on and stuck in nightmare that I will never know when it is over, I plan on exposing all of that. Exposing all of that, for all involved. Which like I said did involve people like the police and first responders just like I thought. And many others too. They did this to me, and I will spend the rest of my life exposing them and having them held accountable. Fate has gotten me this far, and it will see I live long enough to see all that. Wait and see as I said, wait and see.