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My Father, stepmother, and siblings havent spoken to me since my mental breakdown They’ve demonized and alienated me with complete silence for over a month now. I think it should be known they’re treating me like a slave and second class citizen again. Instead of filing an MIW like before and 4 cops snatching me out of bed a decade ago… well it’s cycling again… instead of leaving me homeless for two years again- they just left me in a mental breakdown without basic necessities like food and my medicine. My angel of a middle teacher made me a small car loan no questions asked.

Yall need to know my family abuses the fuck outta me on a regular basis… and I’m going to vent and hang all our laundry out like before. Just wait…πŸ™ƒβ˜ΊπŸ˜‰

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8/14/2020 It’s been a few months but I’ll try and recall the mental breakdown…

It’s foggy what lead up to when I actually fell to the floor, it was sometime around the end of April.
I had finished my book around my birthday 3/28, and I slowly broke down mentally over the month (documented by the “2020 Psychic Musings” found within my 1st book The Universe Within/ TheUniverseWithin.net: A Unicorn’s Manual. My mental breakdown was actually a Psychedlic breakthru! As I finished my book my consciousness expanded and was burning thru reminiscences of my own social condition.

I realized:
-My Father isn’t my bestfriend, he is Judas.
-My Stepmother didn’t call to check on me at all for weeks after my breakdown. Yet conveniently starts talking to me around mother’s day.
– My Step-Aunt Tracy Denning used to beat the gay out of me. As a feminine child growing up at age 6, I’d get spanked for being human and having my hands on my hips, So much so, that if I did it subconsciously my step-cousins would dive over and knock them down when adults were around to keep me out of trouble. That shit’s abusive traumatic.
-My “bestfriend” Jonathan Brown from Saint Xavier High School in Louisville, Ky- was actually extremely racist and homophobic toward me. Yet when I finally called him years later to discuss this he wouldn’t answer the phone, bout wanted to have a texting conversation. Fuck that bitchassnigga. (The story will be posted in another blog entry about Crested Butte, Colorado.)

At the time, I had a great job with a Sprint which merged into Tmobile… I remember I went just slightly over budget repairing my credit, publishing my book, building my business/brand, on my Stepmother’s Mother’s day gift TheFlorenceFamilyLegacy.com.

Note, that my father rambles in my ear about my needing to start a business… yet doesn’t value my attempts to do so artistically. So, he perceives that I’m “just wasting my money,” and decides to teach me a lesson when I needed a small loan to from my money rich ass parents for a few days until payday to get my medication. That’s what the fuck parents are supposed to do is be a safety net as you’re reaching for the stars. In other words, he denied me my medication, which I needed to function for my full-time job. He vilifies everything I do to the point of sabotage, and says it’s for my own good because I’m “different.”

Anyway, I get pissed off because they’re always treating me as though I’ve done something wrong for just being myself, and at this point I didn’t have a car and he acts like a savior by doing the minimum and taking me grocery shopping every week or so. Long story short, they left me alienated from the family after a mental breakdown without means for food, medicine, nor transportation to work. And to this day 8/14/2020. They still haven’t contacted me.

It’s a double standard, they think their 30 year marriage is real, but can disassociate from the fact that they’re my parents when it’s convenient. I wonder how that’s working for them now…

Basically my step mother is a manipulative legacy stealing mistress that stole a son’s love for his mother. So, now I deem she remains my 3rd parent for all eternity. She cannot disassociate. πŸ™‚

And my cooning ass father MUST keep his promise and sign his Life insurance policy over to me before I EVER speak to him again, otherwise I will continue to do everything within my power as his first born child to tarnish my families ENTIRE legacy.