If you spend 10 years telling me you hear voices that tell you to cut
yourself to let them out and to kill people or they will kill you...you
cannot be pissed off when I hold you accountable for the things you say
by not trusting you.
If you tell me that not only are you attracted to 12 year olds, you
fantasize and write about them and even blame them for the way you feel
toward them...you cannot be angry when I break all contact with you.
Did you think I was going to reward you for your honesty? Nope. I knew
all along. I even reported you to the police once. But you telling me
and thinking I wasn't going to do anything about it was your way of
trying to get me to trust you in some sick way. "I told you my
vices. I was honest. Now let me have access to your children."
You also told me because you knew no one would believe me if I told. I
can't help anyone in the family anymore but I can help my own.
The reason I have been considered disabled is because more than one
therapist says I have PTSD and once triggered am dangerous. I am an
extremely nice person but if you mess with one of my kids I swear I will
make Rambo look like a toddler playing with dolls. I will not regret
one moment of it. In fact I will relish the ability to express all the
anger for all the sick things the family put me through. To me...once
you commit that kind of crime...you no longer exist as a human being.
You're a monster from a late night movie.
