After forty years of torturing my family, there is absolutely nothing like cleaning out the home where most of my family has lived during the bulk of my torture. It's like listening to her secret desires played out over and over again. You can just imagine how excited she must have been when I moved into the home that she'd already broken in to so many times before and splattered nail polish all over our family photos. There is still polish in some places.
Over the years, she's really believed that this would be the place that she would have her final revenge, but it's not going to happen now. I've installed great security. My family members have all moved away and now, there aren't any valuables left to steal. It's like everything she ever wanted to rub against her womanhood is being taken from her again. It's very therapeutic to hear Laurie bitching and complaining about how she once had full access to this home and now "everything that she once wanted to steal, is going to be leaving out of the front door." This, of course, is an effort to get her brother to try to come here to steal it for her. This time there are DVR cameras and a security system to record him when he finds out that none of the keys that he's made copies of, over the years, work.
Just in case any of you are wondering, this is the same scheme that Laurie and Brian once used to steal everything that I owned. I had to move from an apartment that I loved because Laurie had a job taken from me at Two Bunch Palms Resort and Spa. I was just asked to become the Assistant Manager and was about to get a big raise when all of a sudden my front desk manager fired me. I couldn't speak to the Manager and I ended up losing my apartment. When I packed up everything to move, a friend told me I could store all of my things at a home owned by his boyfriend and then at a storage unit...then it all disappeared. I didn't bother to report it to the police because the last time I reported something that Laurie and Brian did to me, I got my head smashed in for it. It was something of a disaster. You see when the message from the PSPD is, don't report a crime after you are told to report a crime, you get the message. The first time, I was arrested six times after reporting my rape, twice the day afterwards. You get the message pretty clear that Laurie won't tolerate being reported.
The thing is that now I am packing up this home to be sold, Laurie thinks she is going to come over to vandalize it. It ain't gonna happen. I won't let it happen without the authorities finding out that she's been threatening to do it or hire someone to come over to do it for her. Either way she'll be the person responsible. This home isn't her squat house and the last time someone said something about her...Steven's home was demolished. I think that the police probably heard about that one after they interviewed him. It's called retribution. How can the police keep interviewing these witnesses to child pornography, rape and drug dealing for their department, then cut them loose for Laurie to torture. I know that feeling all too well.
So today, I began cleaning out the rooms of the nieces that she helped to orphan. One thing that Laurie is particularly proud of is her involvement, allegedly, in the death of their father. Over the years she's collected pictures and trinkets and all sorts of things from these girls. It's sick. I've been the target of her hatred for so long you could have a museum of junk of mine that she's stolen. A shrine to my penis. Laurie's got a thing for trophies. We all know what that entails. My job, at this point, is to take what I have here and get it to them without Laurie getting any access to it. It's a lot safer with a DVR, cameras, new locks and the video being saved in a cloud to the internet. It makes the home a lot less break-in-able. Laurie's brother isn't a genius though. If she nags hard enough...or a stray bullet, as Laurie would say.
So today, I began cleaning out the rooms of the nieces that she helped to orphan. One thing that Laurie is particularly proud of is her involvement, allegedly, in the death of their father. Over the years she's collected pictures and trinkets and all sorts of things from these girls. It's sick. I've been the target of her hatred for so long you could have a museum of junk of mine that she's stolen. A shrine to my penis. Laurie's got a thing for trophies. We all know what that entails. My job, at this point, is to take what I have here and get it to them without Laurie getting any access to it. It's a lot safer with a DVR, cameras, new locks and the video being saved in a cloud to the internet. It makes the home a lot less break-in-able. Laurie's brother isn't a genius though. If she nags hard enough...or a stray bullet, as Laurie would say.
