Dad sent me flowers on May 1 that said, “Happy May Day!” Creepy…
Letter sent to my home August 22, 2019:
On November 19, 2019, my aunt Mary Ann Johnson called me and hung up. Then she called me again, and I answered. She said she didn’t know what was going on and just wanted information from me. Then she told me my dad was dying, and that it was my fault. I told her my dad wasn’t speaking to me, and she said I was also to blame for that. Classic double-bind. I eventually ended the pointless call, but she immediately called back, offended by my rejection of her delusion. So, I told her that if she didn’t leave me alone, I would contact the police in her area. Ten minutes later, the police were knocking on MY door. They said my aunt was afraid I would kill myself, so she ordered a wellness check. They didn’t care about harassing or stalking me. I called my aunt after they left, but she didn’t answer.
December 20, 2019: Today I learned that my uncle died, because it was posted on Facebook. He died 13 days ago. Previously, I would have been notified of his failing health, but I have been cut out of the family. For what? I don’t know.
I have not been invited to the funeral and would likely be attacked if I went. For what? I don’t know. They simply hate me. My Uncle Scott is dead – my uncle I thought I had for 34 years. But he was not mine. He belonged to the clan.