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Ghost Writer
2018-02-27 07:32:24 (UTC)

Grey Skies Tuesday Evening.

I made a mistake with publishing our new church president and prophet. It is not Elder Russell M. Ballard as I previously wrote, it is Elder Russell M. Nelson. The confusion is obvious. Both their names look identical except for the last name.

We have had beautiful weather this past week and a little rain and overcast skies today but still warm.

My 72-yr-old friend and I are no more friends. The police had to become involved because he got violent with me. He got violent because I told him I was going to call the police as he had been abusive to me for forty minutes around the public in town. He's one sick fuck. He was enjoying abusing me too. I've seen that before from him towards me and told him to stop it. He absolutely hates it when I stand up for myself. This is the longest time the abuse has gone on and the last time it will happen. His 72-yr-old ass is definitely tresspassed from my property and he cannot come anywhere near me in the community or I'll get the cops. Fucken asshole.

He's made it hard for me to look after him. This has been a constant. He won't do certain things for himself, like cook and clean and he almost begs me to do those things for him sometimes, then when I do do them he starts telling me that he feels guilty and please don't do them....so hard...then he'll play helpless and vomplain about how he has not eaten or has no clean clothes.
Plus I'vd had to listen to an obsessive monologue which comprises several things : no nice clothes, the shit dump he lives in, no job, no money, a mountain of debt and no children in his life. (His two adult children want nothing to do with him.)
I'm glad it's over. I tried my best and put a lot of effort into helping him and so have many others. He doesn't live in a shit dump, he treats it like one. He has lovely clothes including designer jeans albeit secon hand from Aussie, & he owns a really nice leather jacket and an Abercrombie & Fitch shirt. He does eat. He's got one hell of a gut pn him for someone who goes hungry and I see him every other day walking back from the duprrmarket loaded with groceries. Yes he does have debt. He's too old and sick to work at the moment in jobs he cannot possibly handle but wants to work in them and no other employment to his mind is worth considering.
He hates New Zealand and the medical/health system here. I told him he'd be better off going back to Australia (he suggested returning there not me.) I got it in the neck for bringing that up...he's one Å„horoughly pessimistic cunt and I'm glad he's not able to come back into my life. I feel light and whole again and a great burden of toxicity has lifted from my shoulders. G'nite all.




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