#160 OMG… She Told Someone I was Missing Memory!!!!!!

The only way anyone of the family could get away with anything is if those of us involved with that house don’t know anything… So lets start with ages…

Dozen Roses won at Big Springs, Texas for mother’s day… Even abused, you care…

Larry 3 years older than me, he died in 24… at 73…

I am 3 years younger and turn 72 soon…

Next is 2 years younger and the only other person old enough to truly remember and declares they won’t open pandora’s box… So they are out…

Next was born in 60, the next one in 64, the next one in 67 and the last one in 77…

Now all my abuse happened during my first 18 years… from 1954 to 1971, the last time anyone on this earth hit me…

Now the ages, that means up to 1972, only 2 of us knew what was really happening and one isn’t talking… (secrets that were never secret already cost one man his life and another man suffered through decades of it at her hands are you next from the grave???)

Like I said in a blog a few days back on how this all hits at once and I have to go through the files, well they do it by themselves and it’s like I am peeling the petals off of a rose and when I get to the stem… Done… and it is happening crazy fast… Now I really wish I had my neurologist ear… He would loved this journey!!!!

Well I have to go crawl in the basement of that 5th wheel in this heat and replace duct work… How many pounds will I sweat off???

If the family is smart, they all talk and realize, everyone knew of Freda’s mental health, it wasn’t a secret, it wasn’t talked about and the lawyers either knew or didn’t know about that… I will let the court decide next week, but more and more… This stinks of conspiracy…

She told someone about my missing memory, see early blog…

I remember…

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About Me

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…

Start at #1 to follow my story, being told in chronological order…