Today I am thankful for understanding.
In April of 1987, I was being abused by my uncle's girlfriend. I've written about Judy a lot.
When my mother died, I was sent to live with an uncle. His girlfriend wanted to be rid of me.
She was the kind of brat who hated redheads. She did a lot of crap to try to throw me out of the house:
- She'd dig tampons out of the trash and put them on the dining room table during dinner parties; she was too old to menstruate, so.....she'd embarrass me. That was nothing refusing to use the bathroom at home didn't solve.
- She'd demand that I give her money for my uncle but pocketed it.
- She claimed I stole her mother's fancy silverware. My family caught on when she pulled out her fancy dining set during Christmas and scolded her for lying!
She hated black people and swore that Whitney Houston was white because God didn't love black people enough to give them the voices of angels....
Yeah....I know. Chaka Khan, Dion Warwick, Diana Ross.....they weren't black either, huh?
Judy was insane.
I didn't have the heart to tell her I lusted after Bootsy Collins.
The Gods cured her of her racism. Her redheaded granddaughter became pregnant by a man of color. She named her son after the archangel Gabriel.
Judy met Gabe and he softened her old crusty heart.
Score one for the angels among us!
She did a lot of other abusive crap. What she did to me was nothing compared to what she did to my grandfather. Judy and my uncle looted his estate and he died in poverty. He asked me where his money went. I called a lawyer who was ready to investigate.
I probably should have sued but by the time I met with my lawyer my grandfather had passed and there was no point to going to war with a couple of liars.
I avoid them. Last year, they tried to rip off my aunt and I put a stop to it. I know their kids are going to rip them off when they fall ill.
Children learn what they live....so...there really isn't much I can do.
Karma sucks.
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Thirty years ago, the abuse became bad. It became violent. A mother of one of my friends offered to take me in until her son admitted to having a crush on me.
I was rescued by a couple of gay men. They found me an apartment and took me to school.
They taught me how to put on makeup, too.
Years after, I would remember Mrs. E.....I would promise myself that if I could promise the same to some poor child, I would.
*******
Here is my chance.
A recent high school graduate and friend of my daughter is being beat by her father.
She has no where to go.
She's Pagan and vegan. She fits into our household perfectly.
So....she's staying here until we can find her mom or she gets on her feet.
So....she's staying here until we can find her mom or she gets on her feet.
I find myself wondering how this experience was drawn to me.
Was it because of that intention so very long ago?
I'm hoping I can handle it as well as Mrs. E would have.....
Sorry this is short and sloppy.....
since my basement apartment is occupied, I'm going to have to give up my job.
My employer doesn't want to pay office rent anymore.
It's a huge fortune 500 company but due to their concerns about the environment, they want to soften their global footprint.
They want me to work from home. I was told that I must pay for all of the business expenses (high speed broadband cable, installation, office furniture and dedicate an entire office to them) and forgo the use of paper in my house!!! I'm not joking.
I can't have paper.
I'm an artist.
I can't have paper.
That room belongs to a Pagan young lady now until she gets on her feet.
So.....
I'm off to finish a new resume.
I can't help but think....if intentions can change the course of one's life, perhaps my intention to find a new job will reveal some interesting opportunities soon.
They've just posted my dream job. I'm going for it!
I'll let ya know.
I just hope it doesn't take 30 years to see this one come to fruition.
Love ya lots,
S.