TMM – maybe i do your census by installments? my original intro is still queued. so i fill in the blanks. i should have made a copy of it, then i could have pasted it in here “one piece at a time” – JC.
Write about what your life looks like. Well, got a university degree in 1980. worked at a university for a decade after that. then moved west for a decade. Then moved back east. and here i am. two kids, different mothers, different decades. both kids are under my roof right now. getting the older one on track after graduating university this year, the younger one is in high school. my son’s mother has been taking me to court since 1997. Police have been called 3 times. I’m hoping the final show is this spring. She put on a real show a couple of months ago. Crying, sobbing, jumping up and down, it was like a jerry springer show but in court.
My son’s mother, I guess she’s the reason I’m here, more or less. She’s crazy. The other women have been ok. I think if you want to weed out the bad ones, get a lie detector. The bad ones lie on reflex, it’s a habit. Given a choice between telling a lie and the truth, they will go with the lie. She’s used to be smart, she could keep a number of different lies going at once. She had to keep the people she told different lies to apart. I remember one time she was screwing over this retired school teacher for tens of thousands. He was nice to my son and I saw what a box his house was. He wasn’t rich by any means. I packed up her lies in a letter, her own words, and sent them to him. What a s~~~ storm that raised. But I was glad.
My connection to her is hard to explain. In 1994 I let her hold something, kind of a piece of my heart, in a kind of a lucid dream. And then I totally forgot about it. Then years later she walked up my driveway, said happy birthday, and dropped a ton of court papers on me, and took my son away. this totally p~~~ed me off. Over the weekend I realized that no matter how hard I tried to get rid of her there was still some kind of connection. then this lucid dream kind of bubbled up and i was back in the room from long ago, standing in the doorway exactly as I had last left it, like i’d been frozen there for a decade. but the room had changed. the dark storm of claws was gone, and instead the room was bare and brightly lit by a singular actinic light bulb in the ceiling. there was a chimp in the room with a stick, strutting around in a circle under the light. Every so often the chimp would point with the stick at something invisible and shout, scream incoherently and jump up and down. then carry on strutting in circles until the next invisible thing showed up. That was her. And what I wanted back had become the light. I never gave it to her, I only let her hold it. So I took it back and left the room shuttered in darkness. I stepped back out of the doorway, the door closed and the room spun away from me into the night and was gone. And then I was free. I had wanted to believe her lies, it’s weird but until i had taken back what was mine i couldn’t let go of her lies. but now I could see the lies for what they were.
I discovered I had had a mental blindness, where she would pull all this psycho s~~~, and then I’d forget about it. I don’t understand how I could forget all this stuff. While she’d be able to instantly remember anything she could use to attack me. I never had and don’t have this problem with other women. I can remember every little crazy thing they’ve done in an instant. And none of it is like the crazy psycho stuff my son’s mother did.
then, 10 years of in and out of court. a male father hating gay judge who’d rather be performing gay weddings than sitting in family court (he wrote a book, it’s a quote from his book). Lying lawyers. learning to stand on my own in court without useless lying lawyers.
well, that’s a weird story. I suppose I wouldn’t have laid that one out there if i hadn’t gone to the ufo meeting last night. 4 hours of beer, a plate of nachos, 4 guys, one of guys is probably a pillow biter, and talking about ufos, ghosts, shape shifting lizards, hollow earth, jfk, 911, paranormal, morphic fields, life after death, quantum worlds, mandela effect, lucid dreaming.
so, i guess that’s it. you can figure out my age, roughly, some hobbies, fun things to do, education, what my life looks like, what’s down mgtow road, plans for the future.
anything else? … christmas shopping, my house is full up so i’m converting the garage. doing the work myself. it’ll be a s~~~ show.
‘nuf said
Ok if I wash that Red Pill down with some Red Rum?
The Manipulated Man 2 years, 1 month ago.
