Sold my first copy of The Wrong Sister, and since I know I sure have the wrong sister in real life, I can’t help but wonder if she’s the one that borrowed it just to leave a shitty review. Would she be willing to put money in my pocket in order to slam me? They are in the US, whoever they are. But if Amazon knew Aly was a friend, wouldn’t they know she’s related and prevent her from leaving reviews? Either way, if she were going to choose one of my books so she could bash me, that would be the first title to jump out at her, I would think. Plus, one of the main characters’ names is Lisa. I wouldn’t think she’d read as many pages as they’ve read, though. I would think she’d borrow it without reading more than a page or two to keep a minimal amount of money from ending up in my pocket and then go trash it. Fortunately, you can’t leave a review without making a purchase.

Besides the US, I’ve gotten sales and borrows from the UK, Canada and Germany and it looks like I’ll be able to hit my November goal of $35 easily since I’m now up to $32.

To finally finish with the drama queen trio saga, it started when Tammy shared a picture of her and Sarah on my wall. After dropping numerous hints lately about finding it awkward to hear about those I’m no longer in touch with and hoping I wouldn’t have to spell it out in blunt English and hurt her feelings, and after she was either too stupid or too selfish to get it, I DMd her. I told her look, it’s really hard for me to care about those that don’t care about me. I don’t want to offend you or anything, but I would really like to keep them out of our discussions.

She replied by saying she would, but then guilt-tripped me by saying, “What a shame, I don’t understand, you should want to know what’s going on in the lives of your nieces.”

Now why would I want to know what’s going on in the lives of those that don’t want to know what’s going on in mine and that has shit on me and dumped me? Because we’re related? I’m sorry but biology isn’t enough. That’s like saying I should still respect my mother after all she did to me just because she was my mother. Sure, I’m curious from time to time but that doesn’t mean I want to discuss them.

So yeah, I finally vented things I’ve been keeping to myself for too many years in something like 2600 words. It was long. Like 5 pages. They were aware of some of what I said already. The thing is that I realize that while it might have made me feel a little better to vent, it really doesn’t change anything. They’re never going to get it or agree with anything I said. Sarah did admit that Bill had done some things and that Lisa caused some problems, but basically, the girls’ reply to me was that I’m fucked in the head and I need help. I blocked Tammy before I blocked them.

Never before have I been this embarrassed for, ashamed of, and disgusted where they’re concerned. This is a vivid display of just how immature, vindictive and downright wrong they are with most of what they say, think, and believe. They’re the kind that could rob a bank and then deny it for the rest of their lives, insist they did nothing wrong, and blame others for their actions. They can do no wrong, they’re perfect, and everything is always everyone else’s fault.

I also realized that Tammy is going to defend her brats no matter what. Sarah could shoot me in front of Tammy and she’s still going to blame me and defend her. That’s just how she is.

Although I certainly didn’t want to intentionally offend or hurt anyone, I realized at that point that there was simply no way I could continue any kind of relationship with my sister because I knew I would feel bad either way. I would feel guilty for insisting she didn’t mention them, and I would feel uncomfortable if she did mention them.

When I decided to play the honesty card and realized that sometimes it’s okay to consider ourselves and our own feelings before others, I knew they weren’t going to like or agree with what I had to say. At the time, I thought Becky and Sarah would be more likely to continue to ghost me. But then, after they sent me the quick poorly written paragraph about how fucked in the head they think I am, I thought that would be it but it wasn’t. I had said my piece, and as I told them, I didn’t want to go back and forth with them. There was really nothing more to say anyway.

In a group message, I covered what happened with Lisa a decade ago as well as why I always hated Bill. I didn’t mention that I was vindicated in the end, even though I’ve mentioned it to Tammy before because that vindication came two and a half years too late. It doesn’t matter if you vindicate someone when you don’t pay them back the money they lost and you can never replace the time they lost either or make up for the hell they went through.

Sarah also said in her reply to me that I will “never speak about her father again, I’ve been obsessed with him, it needs to stop today, I need to get over it, the past is the past.”

You don’t “get over” someone that had a major hand in costing you your freedom and thousands of dollars. At least I don’t. You gonna tell a rape victim to “get over” their rapist? I’ve forgiven many people for many different things, but everyone has their limits and he and some others are definitely where I draw the line.

Then the phone harassment began, and I can just imagine the hell the girls’ other aunt must have gone through when she threw them out since she lived in their town if I’m getting all this from across the country. And I actually tried to go easy in my message too, while still being blunt, to the point, and honest. Well, I wouldn’t have bothered had I known they were going to treat me as if I threatened to torture and kill them, and I should have known better, too. I mean, come on. This is a woman who once tried to enlist my and Tom’s help to try to hunt down Lisa’s workplace so Tammy could report her for wearing heels while getting Worker’s Comp for a bad back. If she could spite her own daughter, of course she could spite me, and her daughters have turned out to be a carbon copy of her, thanks to the fine example she’s set. Piss them off and they’re your enemies for life. Any decent mother would tell their kids it’s okay to disagree and be mad at someone, but if you don’t like someone, just ignore them. Related or not, angry or not, she and her brood are vindictive, stupid, emotional, sensitive drama queens I could definitely do without. Any ounce of guilt I may have felt has been stamped out by what they pulled next and God only knows if it’s over yet. Let’s just say that at this point I make no apologies for secretly wishing Tammy had died when she had her heart attack a couple of years ago. If my uncontrollable influencing abilities are what started her health issues a decade ago during the last round of drama, then she’s definitely not going to be feeling too great in the near future.

So after I blocked her and decided to go incognito in as many places as possible, the voice messages began. I never actually listened to them, but I got the gist of what she was saying through the transcripts I read even though they were riddled with errors. In one, she basically cussed me out, called me names, and told me that what I said to the girls was unforgivable.

“I don’t know what lies you’re telling Tom, but I will reach him......I’m (dead?)…watch out…beware…if I reach out to the girls one more time…something about behind bars…I know where you live…I know where Tom works…I’m going to come after you with my girls…we aren’t stopping…we can play your games a lot more than you give us credit for…I’ve done nothing to you…you’ve destroyed anything we ever had.”

Okay, let’s start with Tom. I don’t get that one. Why does she always have to run to him when she gets pissed at me? Reminds me of when Andy would get pissed at me and run to others about our problems. I mean what does she think he’s going to do? Tell her she has a horrible sister and he’ll make sure I behave from now on? She did this back in Maricopa when the shit went down there and sent him a letter defending Bill and threatening bullshit charges, along with telling him about Valleyhead as if he didn’t know and as if that would change anything either way.

Bottom line… He’s NOT on her side.

I went into Tom’s account and blocked the three of them from his account as well, but I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if a postal letter showed up this time around, too. We both agreed to mark it Return to Sender. I don’t want to acknowledge the letter and give her the attention she craves. I’m surprised I haven’t been slammed with emails yet.

“Does she really know where you work?” I asked Tom who said he didn’t care. I don’t think she knows where he works as I don’t see why I’d mention that to her since she doesn’t live here and wouldn’t know what/where I was talking about, and I hope he’s right in saying that as long as I ignore them this will blow over. Yes, I hope so because after I sent the freeloaders the journals I never denied sending them, I was prepared to walk away and get on with my life but they were the ones that chose to run up behind me, tap me on the shoulder, and keep things going.

“That was different,” he said, and I suppose he’s right because you’re talking about postal mail and then there’s the fact that they weren’t family and they weren’t white either. You don’t even look at a black person wrong in Arizona if you know what’s good for you!

Still, I am a little concerned because even though I know I didn’t do anything illegal, these people don’t give up easily and the harder I make it for them to get to me, the more determined that may make them. These are unfuckingbelievably vindictive people. I wasn’t kidding when I promised myself I would never again take shit without fighting back like I made the huge mistake of doing 20 years ago. Reach far enough into the lion’s den and that lion is going to react and bite you. So if I’m pushed far enough, I’m not going to simply shrug and say, “Oh well. Shit happens. Just gotta make the best of it.”

There are times to ignore and walk away from people and then there are times to act. If they don’t want to suffer for the rest of their lives, they will not back me into a corner.

“We can play your games a lot more than you give us credit for.”

Just what “game” is it that she thinks I’m playing? I told them I was walking away from them and I told them why. I don’t see the “game” in that.

“I’ve done nothing to you.”

I know that’s what they all think and that’s what’s scary; that they’re just not smart enough to see their own faults no matter how in their faces those faults may be.

Then I went to bed and of course they had to haunt my dreams. But interestingly enough, the dream wasn’t bad. I was worried about what they might do in the dream but nothing bad actually happened. Sarah tricked me into going over to Tammy’s place, but once I got there, they didn’t all jump out and beat me up. Tammy had just had a baby and I was saying what a cute little nose it had and that was it.

When I woke up, I found three more voice messages waiting for me. Again, I refused to listen to them. The transcripts said enough. In Tammy’s second message, she bitched about being blocked on Facebook and accused me of not having the balls to pick up the phone.

Being the stupid person my sister is, she isn’t smart enough to know that my not answering wasn’t about not having the balls but about me having said all I had to say and not wanting anything more to do with them. Related or not, angry at them or not, these people are emotional, delusional, and definitely not very bright. They even write like a bunch of fucking kindergarteners. I’m not the brightest person in the world either, and perhaps I’m downright conceited for saying so, but I definitely feel a lot more mature and intelligent than they’ll ever be. Really, if Tammy’s still this hateful, dumb, and vindictive, she always will be. I mean, come on. She left threats in her own voice. Does she think she’s invincible or is she really truly that dumb?

“You could have had three nieces.”

No, I couldn’t, because one could only “move on” if I apologized for some idiotic thing I knew nothing about, and the other two ghosted me for trying to gently steer them onto a more positive path in life, and because of letters I sent their mother in the 90s. Yes, I was guilty of sending her some less-than-kind letters back then, and I have no problem admitting it. I don’t feel I have to lie or deny anything I’ve actually done in life that was wrong or questionable in any way because hey, we all make mistakes. And what can anyone do about it anyway? Come and beat me up? Take my computer away? Ground me?

Well, I’m not perfect but I chose to grow up as best I could. I think it’s pretty safe to say these people have no intention of doing anything remotely similar. This shit reminds me of all the kiddy drama that went on in the 90s between mom, dad, Tammy and Larry. If they want to act like they’re still in high school, let them. I have removed myself from their childish, vengeful little circle for good. I’m done going through drama with them every fucking decade! Year 2000, 2009, 2019. I’m not going to play this game two or three more times before I die!

The third call came from a restricted number with no transcript. The call, which I think was from Sarah, was broken up so I couldn’t make much out and I didn’t want to either. So even though she doesn’t know it, she wasted her breath other than the few words I caught which were “fuck” and “my father.”

Yeah, Sarah, fuck your father.

Then my wonderful sweet niece got to waste her time with another digital rant I never saw one single word of on Pinterest before I blocked the trio there as well. It’s set up where you have to either accept or decline messages, and I declined. You don’t even have to see it.

Tammy’s final voice message was - and I can’t quote the exact words because the transcript didn’t get it all right - she’s gone to the police in her town who will contact the police in my town and that I have until next Sunday to have Tom contact her, especially with what they “found out about two and a half hours ago.” She said that if she doesn’t hear from Tom, the police will be contacted with the girls on Monday, and something about it being no problem with my record.

But I don’t have a record. Sure, information about the joke of a case would still be on record, but if I hadn’t been vindicated in the end, I not only would not be able to live here, but Marianne, Jesse’s sister who made a point of letting us know they would do a background check on us, wouldn’t have let us rent the trailer any more than the rental company would have given us a place up in Oregon.

Even though this is likely when the next long-term crisis would begin now that I’m through the worst of the health issues, I’m determined not to let them get to me. I’m just not going to be threatened or bullied by people nearly 3000 miles away. I know she said this just to get me to call so she could scream at me directly and tell me what a horrible person I am and how everything’s all my fault instead of just agreeing to disagree, respecting my wishes not to communicate further, and dropping it. It’s okay to disagree and it’s okay to be angry, but it’s NOT okay for them to troll and harass me. I have saved each and every one of their threatening messages in case I ever need them as evidence. I’ve also made a point of closing all the portals I can think of like I used to do with Molly.

There were also a couple of restricted calls I got, and after looking up how to do it, I blocked restricted calls, removed Tammy from my contacts, and blocked her. There haven’t been any calls that I know of since 6:30 yesterday morning so they either can’t get through, got tired of screaming their little threats at me, or they’re onto something more sinister. If they are, they’re the only ones that are going to pay the consequences. For now, I just hope not feeding the trolls will soon starve them off.

While Tammy does love to run to the police when she gets pissed at people, she’s so full of shit and she doesn’t even know it. If they really went to the police and they thought they had something on me (or anyone else), they would tell her to cease all contact. Not tell her to go home, send me threatening voice messages, and tell her to give me till Monday to call her or else! She’s even dumber than I gave her credit for if she thinks I’m dumb enough to believe any of this shit. In fact, I actually hope she did go to the cops so they can tell her she doesn’t have a case but also so they can see that she’s a real crybaby who’s just dramatic and downright crazy. Might help someone else she gets pissed off at in the future. Running to the cops, in this case, is probably just a scare tactic. It hasn’t worked, of course.

Nor would any decent cop tell her to download one of my books and bash it just as I feared she would and as I just discovered she did. Yeah, this entry is turning into quite a novel. It’s too bad karma only applies to me, but in a sense, this kind of is karma. No one ever knew this but 10 years ago when we got into it then, I left an anonymous shitty review on a website she once had selling beauty products. It was either anonymous or in a bogus name, I don’t remember. She ended up deleting the site. This was when her health took a turn for the worst. But I suppose this is my payback even though she never knew it was me. The question is how long is this “payback” going to go on? How many more books is she going to slam? Stupid idiot did it in her real name too, leaving an even bigger trail of harassment evidence should I be pushed to take action which I would still prefer not to have to do. I would still prefer to keep noise, occasional boredom, and water shut-offs my worst problems.

It wasn’t The Wrong Sister she borrowed but Renting Ginny. She said don’t waste your time with this author and that the “stories” do not make sense, even though it was a single story.

I called Amazon and got a guy I could barely understand because of his fucking accent in whatever country he was in, and it turned out I called the wrong department. He was nice enough to send me a link and guide me through the steps to fill out the proper complaint form.

I wrote: Hello. My sister Tammy B has been harassing me since we had a recent disagreement on Facebook. Her negative review was nothing more than an act of revenge. I would like not only her “review” removed but is there any way she can be blocked from ever buying/reviewing other books of mine in the future? Your help is appreciated!

I have a feeling that this time Amazon isn’t going to remove the review. I swear to God I will never again share my book link with anyone I know personally even though anyone could Google it.

Still hope he’s right about things blowing over because this bitch has to be one of the most vindictive people I’ve ever known. Being angry for years is one thing. After all, there are some people I could never forgive or forget. But pulling this level of off-the-wall shit is another and it goes to show how immature and stupid she is, too. Especially since she knows I already had a negative review removed. Part of me wishes I’d simply kept my thoughts and feelings to myself, feigned interest in the girls, and basically been untrue to them and to myself. The reason I didn’t ghost them was that she would have likely become concerned, gotten Norma involved, and sent the cops to do a wellness check.

If only she could materialize in this room for just two seconds! Two seconds. That’s all I would need. She could call me up begging me to forgive her and apologize up a storm and I still won’t ever again want anything to do with her. My only regret is that the heart attack she had didn’t kill her. That’s all.

If Amazon doesn’t remove this review, I suppose I could delete the book and resubmit it. What I’m wondering now is how many more she’s going to go through and bash. Meanwhile, I sent the complaint form and clicked ‘report’ on both her profile and the lovely review.

If it got so bad that she was bashing all my books and sales stopped altogether, I could pull all my books off for a while, but I can guarantee this bitch wouldn’t keep checking regularly for my return. If you think I’ve ever been angry, obsessed and determined, well I can assure you I’m nothing compared to her. She really will never give up and let go. My making 30-something dollars a month and possibly more in the future may already be over.

Really, REALLY hope her bitches don’t have Kindles or KU. Personally, they don’t strike me as the reading type but I don’t know for sure.

If Amazon knows who my friends are that they won’t let them leave reviews, how can they not know who my fucking sister is?

Tom doesn’t care if she knows where he works or if she went to the police and I agree. That’s nothing to worry about. I know I did nothing illegal, even though Tom wasn’t up for reading the message I sent them because it was long. He said, “Yes, there could be a line in here they could get you with for all I know but it’s best not to do this in the future when you get pissed at anyone. In other words, don’t rant. Just let them get the last word and walk away.”

I suppose this is good advice. Nonetheless, just to get another opinion from someone who’s intelligent and reasonable, I shared it with Aly, and she agrees there’s nothing threatening, slanderous or libelous. If the police could charge everyone that sent a family member a message on Facebook that pissed them off, there wouldn’t be time for the courts to deal with real crimes. I realize that perhaps it was harsh of me and maybe even a little mean when I told the girls I doubted they were still single just because they strive for independence and because of their weight, but I said it to make a point. A very strong one, too.

As I told Tom, I would check his app reviews. I just did a quick check and there aren’t any reviews because, unfortunately, there are no downloads either. He needs to get more content out, he said, which makes sense. The problem is that he doesn’t have the free time I have.

Okay, let me finally get this piece of shit and her brood out of the way for today. The strangest thing happened. Her number disappeared from my phone’s call log before I removed her from my contacts. The voice messages are still there, though. I’ve watched enough crime documentaries and police procedures to know that they can still find out who called who and read people’s text messages. Even Tom assured me that voice messages have nothing to do with my phone itself. I could lose this phone right now or accidentally delete the voice messages, but the carrier still has them.

I know I shouldn’t have but I sent her an anonymous email saying, “keep sending her evidence,” so she can wonder who the hell it was from if it makes it to her.

I just hope that because I haven’t had any bad dreams pertaining to them and I don’t have any bad vibes, that nothing major will happen other than her being a real fucking nuisance. I might have a better chance of getting this review removed if she left additional reviews because of the way she said in her first review not to bother getting anything from this author. Well, why would you keep getting stuff from them if you hated them that much? She might be too stupid to realize this and therefore keep buying and bashing. Or possibly put her bitches up to doing so. Oh yes, mommy dearest wouldn’t hesitate to encourage her daughters to follow in her trolling footsteps.

I did have a little anxiety when I woke up after the first day. It was the first time in years my heart was racing and my stomach was on the fritz because of something that was going on, and it was still nothing compared to what the medication did to me. It’s similar but different.

Again, there is still a bit of concern. I’ve lived long enough to see the pattern. Life is one long-term problem after another with only a year or two off in between. I finally beat the anxiety and got my health back on track, so if it isn’t a long-lasting problem on account of her, it sure could be work and finances. They’ve been working their asses off on a huge project at work. The company is struggling so much that if this project isn’t a success, they’re going to go out of business. If I’m right about something putting a noise curse on me, there’s no way we could lose this house. It’s noisy night and day unlike the noisiest of places I’ve ever lived before in my life. There’s a PBer in Sacramento that’s not in a commercial flight path but the helicopters drive her crazy. She said in the evenings they’re swarming around and she doesn’t know if they’re looking for criminals or what. We’ve been getting low-flying helicopters in the morning lately.

Anyway, knowing how my life seems to be one thing after another, there is a bit of concern between the bitch and his job. Hopefully, the worst that can happen in the event of a layoff is that we’re broke again to the point that there’s no extra money but can pay for our needs. In a city this big he can probably get a job quickly enough even being older and white. The economy is still good and all that, but he may have to take a serious pay cut if it comes to that. I’d love to get the fuck out of here if he did get laid off but it’s still not that easy unless you have a job lined up waiting for you or you’re retired or rich. Strangely enough, I do still sense some kind of serious change or event for us in September of 2022. Just hope it’s good if I’m right!

He will be working two or three Saturdays before the year is out because, with the way OT works in this state, it makes up for the days he won’t be working due to the holidays.

I also worry about what consequences this shit may bring about in any possible afterlife. It’s easy to laugh at those that claim they died, met with God, and got reprimanded for hurting someone’s feelings or pissing them off, or not forgiving them, but what if the stories are true? I guess it’s just a chance I’ll have to take. We can’t know for sure if there is an afterlife or what may happen there if there is. Maybe we’ve got it all wrong and it’s just the opposite. Maybe we’ll be punished for everything we think would win us positive points. All I can do is just exercise my best judgment and do what I feel I gotta do.