Changelings, Demons and Nightmares

October 1, 2010 - 20:46

I had meant to write earlier, but I went through a bit of traumatic family drama recently and everything kinda fell though the floor. I haven't been sleeping well for days ...

I'm pretty sure that I wrote about how my mother had talked my brother into storing my stuff for me at his new place. Well, there's been trouble. Michael had decided that he was going to use my stuff ... and he wasn't going to give it back. He also declared that I had until March 26 to come and get it ... or he was going to toss it all in the dumpster.

What?

I tried to reason with him. Adult to adult. But ... there was no bargaining with him. His only reply was that I should come and get it NOW then, or it's all going in the dumpster. He was still going to keep what he wanted and sell what he could and keep the cash too.

I tried one more time to ask him to be reasonable ... Pender in winter is difficult on the bank account even if I had money to back me up. I don't. He replied quite promptly ...

He told me that he wanted me to die in a fire.

I went into shock. I knew that my brother didn't like me much, but I didn't know that he hated me. I cried for two days, sudden bursts that freaked out the pets. Mom was little help. When my brother has temper tantrums like this, she gets lost and backs down.

Negative reactions like this is why I didn't want to ask him to help in the first place. Mom went ahead and asked him anyway ... and this is what happened. I was better off trying to raise the money every month. I have things that can't be replaced ... and yes, he's saving me from paying $150/month, but he's costing me thousands to replace what he's stealing from me. I don't even know what he's stealing!!

I will never get an apology from either of them for the pain and suffering that I went through. Am still going through. My friend at work is getting freaked by my stress level. I hadn't thought that it was that noticeable, but he's proven before that he's very observant.

It still runs through my head in circles at times ... My brother wants me dead. My brother wants me dead. I have to force myself to think of other things. I have a bit of a plot to help me get my things, but I'm afraid that the main part of the solution won't co-operate. Will have to find the guts to ask him soon though ... Driving through the mountains in October is not fun! Trust me, I know!!

My brother, the terrorist. My brother wants me dead.

I need a hero.

Sweet Dreams ... where art thou?