About a week ago, I found a magnet on my door. Some fuck nut had put a magnet on my door (private entrance), and it fucked up my security system. So, all morning, I was on the phone with personal calls and then to the security company. Well, I didn’t have the proper information. My father was here when it was installed, because I was probably in the hospital. Anyways, there was A LOT of information I needed to get clearance that I did not even know I needed. Communication is weak in my family. Very weak. So, my dad is up North watching my 100 year old grandmother. He’s being a smart ass- cuz, naturally, I thought it was Dave fucking with me. So, my father blows me off. Which hurt and caused old wounds to open up- you don’t care, you never protected me, blah x 3. Then, he calls me back and tries to tell me what to do, he wasn’t hearing what I was saying. So, we yell and he hangs up on me. K. Dee. (His father)
So, then I call Dave’s old Parole Officer to see where to send the PPO. The PO calls me back and leaves me a message: “Dave is Dead. He died last week. Dave is dead. You don’t have to worry about him bothering you anymore. Dave’s Dead…” WTF!!!!!!!
So, after I inhaled, I started to sob. Belly aching, heart breaking sobs. I mean, like, the full body sobs? I’m a mess. He was a monster. And why he was a monster and how he became a monster, I’m not 100% sure, but I know some aspects and those are private. Some things are best left unknown. Even he deserves some peace. He always tried to seek God. He tried to be a monk, he tried to go to church. He tried everything. Well, God is love as one of my friends told me tonight. And, as a medium, he did make it to the other side- the light side.
His PO has no idea what he died from, we guess physical problems- HIV, HEP C, Diabetes, IDU Meth Addict. I think he overdosed on meth as a suicide run. That’s my bet. AS his PO said, “doesn’t really matter, we all wind up the same.” A freaking men. A freaking men.
So, after I gained my composure, I called the security system company. Apparently, my system has been in test mode for some time and I have a faulty device. Really? Just so happens, the beginning of the year, my neighbors stole my WIFI and changed my password. I had to change it to something they would never guess. Then, the magnet on the door, and something else.
And now that Dave is gone and no one knows? Mm mm. I gotcha.
SO, now that Dave has passed away, how do I feel? Torn. Really torn. But really glad he’s not in pain and tormented anymore. Neither are we. We’re all free. I think that means I have forgiven him and now I can heal. Really heal. Cuz I was never able to heal or grieve constantly looking over my shoulder since 2012. Jesus, what a shitty year that was. Christ! Lost F Dog, lost Chris, Lost Button, found out I was a SRA survivor, Interferon and Dave’s trial. Fuck that year. If I was ever going to drink, that would have been the year.
So, I can’t sleep. I’m starving and all I have is a turkey Lean Cuisine. Every time I get up, I get out of breath and my chest hurts. I don’t know wtf that is about. I’m tired. Just tired. And I got a four year old coming tomorrow morning. Er, this morning. Jesus. I can’t do it. I can’t do…everyday is a battle. With PTSD, DID, HIV, alcoholism squirrel brain, war with God, neighbors, no friends, no men, I’ve been sick with a bacterial infection for two weeks. I was so sick last Friday, I was hallucinating. Fuct up. I just can’t do it. At least, right now, I don’t feel I can do it. I just feel like I’m almost at the top of the mountain. Just a little further and I’ll be there, but I’m so fucking tired.
I cut a bunch of fuckers out of my facebook account. I cut out some really long term friends who have just not been there for me and I haven’t been there for them, insensitivity, circumstances, life. Just trimming the fat. Plus, if they don’t give a damn about me when the shit hits the fan in my life, when I’m there for them when the shit hits the fan in their life, wtf am I hanging around for? Or, I never hear from them? What’s the fucking point? None. Just noisy fuckers. Fuck em where they eat their eggs.
So, it’s 2:37 am here on the EST. Usually they’d be coming home, waking me up. I’m thinking about a food run. It’d be fast food, but it would be something in my gut. I need to take care of myself really hard core especially now. No lip service, action only.
Well, I hope you are all doing well. Life’s a bitch. Get a helmet. Thanks Denis Leary.