#157… He Wanted me To Protect Her!!!???

Don died in 2006… by this time I knew I was missing memory and a lot of memory…

When I sat with Don that one time he was lucid, he talked and he talked a great deal… and one of those things he talked about was Freda… His one and only love…

He wanted to be sure that she would be okay when he was gone, he knew he was dying…

The day Freda asked me to sit with Don while she went shopping she did something I had seen her do before, but this time it got my attention… She asked Don specific questions about the checking account and that told me, she struggles with numbers and finances… Wasn’t my first time hearing and seeing her talk to Don on this subject…

When I sat with Don, he talked about each of the kids…. Larry included… and he voiced his opinion on all of them… I didn’t buy what he said about 2 of them, but that is yet to be disproved too… Did they all take money from the $100,000+ Freda had after she bought her car and trailer…

The woman should have been able to live like a queen in her final years…

She was getting Don’s SS and that with the VA compensation every month, came to about $3000 monthly and when you have no medical bills and no car payment and no house payment, only lot rent and insurance and utilities… Well that might eat a grand a month, so where’s the other 2 grand that should have accumulated???

When Don told me what he thought, I filed it away… I didn’t stick around when he was dying because Freda and Donna made sure I was never alone with him, so I gave up and went home… an really didn’t think of the conversation again, until my brothers and sisters decided to fuck me over and piss me off!!!! Stupid is as stupid does!!!!

Another thing this all tells me, I probably did have a stroke on the El Paso VA operating table and they covered it up, because these are recent memories as far as I am concerned and it just means, I am regaining all the memories I have made since leaving home and that MRI test to measure the iron in my brain to get a date on the stroke, not something I can afford… Maybe someday I will get that answer, but on this matter, neurology was right, I am remembering my adult life in full blown color!!!

So Don wanted me to protect her, without saying really bad things about his own kids… Lol, me, I tore my oldest a new asshole for what he pulled with Freda and I didn’t talk to him for 8 years… Brothers and sisters have zero value to me…

So, I am doing what he wanted after the fact… Larry and I are the only ones who didn’t take Freda’s money… and her own lies sealed her fate… What a mess and what a horrible way to die, with people who are only interested in your monthly income…!!!!! gag me please!!!!

Going back to when Freda told me about the POA and WILL, I told her then, this isn’t going to go well and that is the last time I had any contact with the woman, until my son tried to send me her phone number and I got pissed at him and nearly cut him off again!!!

Freda was my abuser, not mother… She was anything but a mother and she allowed my child to be raped in her home, by her christian daughter… I got no use for Freda… She couldn’t accept the fact she helped to kill me and she couldn’t own the fact that she had mental illness that in the end, cost her everything…

Yet Don wanted me, the survivor of all they did, to protect her????

Yea, he loved her more than anything on this earth and did so till he died…

I remember…

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2 responses to “#157… He Wanted me To Protect Her!!!???”

  1. It breaks my heart reading this—it’s devastating how much pain and betrayal one family can carry.

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    1. Indoctrination and grooming are destructive tactics, they all had the opportunity to make better choices and they chose greed and hate… I am glad I escaped…

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I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…

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