Thursday, October 8, 2020

A VERY PERSONAL POST FROM "LINDON COLLARD TOTAL RECALL"

 


Friday, September 4, 2020

THE GRIM REALITY OF WHAT WOMEN'S MENTAL ILLNESS DID TO DESTROY FAMILY LIFE IN MY SIBLING AND MARITAL FAMILIES

I WAS FLUID, NON-DESTRUCTIVE, ALWAYS FINDING A WAY TO KEEP ON WITH MY PURSUIT OF MUSIC AND WRITING JOBS. NONE OF MY ACTIVITIES COULD EVER HURT ANYONE.


THE NEVER ENDING NEGATIVE CONTROL AND PUNISHMENT COUPLED WITH THE LACK OF SIGNIFICANT CONTRIBUTION TO THE FAMILY SUPPORT STRUCTURE HAD CREATED A MISERABLE UNCERTAIN WALK ON EGGS LIFE FOR ME AS A CHILD, AS AN ADULT AND AS A FAMILY FATHER.


When groups of men got together to work or socialize, it was in my time a jovial friendly and cooperative joining to undertake an activity. Before I was "Taken Down" by the grim mentally ill women in my family and the men who had succumbed to their penurious and constricting demands, I experienced this society. 


When I attended family dinners at the Paternal Grandparents home there was laughter and evidence of good things being done for family members.

My Maternal Grandmother's home, Grandad Rugenuis died at thirty five years old, was not jovial; it was walk on eggs if my Mother was there. 

My Father's house was a wailing madhouse run by my Mother. It was get out of the house and stay out except to come home for meals throughout my childhood.

My Mother indulged herself with Morphine, Coedine and by viciously beating me.

I was never indulged with anything. I had almost no toys, relatives were only allowed to give mt money as a gift, no toys. All the money went into a bank account my Mother stole so I arrived at University, went to the Bank and all of the money was gone. I thought I would have spending money, the money was saved because I would need money to go to College. No toys, no college money. my mother stole it and no one would help me not even my wealthy Father. Could he not have EASILY REEMBURSED ME; he would not, totally under Wife Control. I got $1.13 from my $475 childhood bank account. 


When my Father knew I was going to buy a business with my Paternal Grandfather's Bequest to me he could have provided alternate funding when my Mother took my money but he did not as he was under Total Toxic Control.


When I was in control, despite my severely disabled condition, my house was very gregarious and helpful and there was much mirth and serious discussion and food and shelter for any friends or relatives who might require hospitality at any time.


The moment that my ex-wife felt she had the whip hand with divorce threats and extortion life as I created it was over.


My Father became a shaking non entity and my Mother Raged and Ruled again as she had during my childhood. My sibling generation's women hissed hatred and control unconstrained by any influence or moderation by any of the Men in the Family.


Stealing mail was back to the point that I know that My Mother stole and retained my mail until her death disclosed some of it. My ex-wife stole my mail as well including GST and Family Allowance Checks which I did not know existed. 


I DO NOT KNOW WHO STOLE MY MAIL WHEN MY UNCLE LEFT ME HIS HOUSE AND HIS MONEY AND IT WAS DECIDED THAT I WOULD NOT TRY HARD ENOUGH IF I  KNEW I WAS INHERITING. 


I DO KNOW THAT I DID NOT GET TO REPLY TO MY UNCLE ALBERT AND BY THE TIME HE DIED ALL OF HIS ASSETS WENT TO OTHER PEOPLE AND I THINK THEY FORGED ADDITIONS ON TO HIS WILL.


IT IS REALLY REALLY SAD THAT THE MENTAL ILLNESS OF THE WOMEN HAD TO BE SO GRIM AND SO PUNISHING.


WHAT HATE IS THIS THAT IT WOULD CONTROL ALL LIFE AND RELATIONSHIPS? 

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