sighs My day isn’t off to a great start. Molly’s back to contacting and viewing my blog like crazy, and there’s something else going on I’d rather not put in this particular blog.

Before I get to Molly, even though I probably shouldn’t do so here because that’s what she wants, I slept 12 hours 2 days in a row. What the hell is wrong with me??? Or am I just working too hard? Tom said it could be that my vitamins are making me tired so I’m taking a day off from them to see since it’s too soon to blame it on PMS. Love the weight loss that goes with sleeping forever, though. I’ve lost 4 pounds in a week!

We found some errors in my manuscript, and so did PDP, whom I heard from last night. screams and tears hair If I haven’t figured out how to write a book by now I never will! Chances are it’ll be rejected by Kindle, but I’m going to at least try.

I wish I could say I was in a better mood, but I’m not. I feel stuck in a rut in life right now, fearing Tom will never be able to get a permanent position anywhere as it’s just so hard to do these days with temps being the norm. I fear both being set back and being stuck, but I’d rather be stuck than kicked back yet again.

I had another “2-story” dream, but I don’t think we’re moving this year, so that’s why the countdown is gone.

Another thing that doesn’t help my mood is Molly. Yeah, she’s back to her usual shit. I keep trying and trying to block her on various sites, yet she keeps finding a way to get through all kinds of loopholes. She is a modern-day electronic Houdini at heart. The latest message is:

I don’t know you and obviously you don’t know me. I have never been arrested and never been in jail. I am basically a nice person and you may be too. I have never stalked you. The only reason that I have gone to your website is because I received a message saying that you had written something untrue and malicious about me. I followed the included link to go to your site only to read lies written by someone that I don’t even know. I don’t know where you get your information about me, but none of it is true. The current US Federal Anti-Cyber-Stalking law is found at 47 USC sec. 223 and if you read it you will see that you are the guilty party here because you are spreading lies about me. So how about a truce? You don’t go to my website and I won’t go to yours. With this message I am formally telling you to cease and desist from writing anything else about me. My parents consulted their attorney and it appears that you may be guilty of interstate libel as well. You have spread lies about me and defamed my character. Our attorney has saved a copy of every web page on which you have written about me. These pages have also been saved to the Google Commons Repository from which they can never be deleted and will be used as evidence should we decide to file suit. Peace.

First off, I highly doubt the real Molly wrote this, but rather her mother or a friend of hers instead. This is too well written to be the work of Molly.

Funny because I’ve been trying to strike that so-called “truce” with her ever since she started harassing me a year or two ago. I only wrote in my blog what others have told me about her, never claiming to be right or wrong for sure on any hearsay, thoughts, beliefs or opinions that I’ve expressed.

If you search my blog you will also find no mention of her last name. Isn’t it kind of hard to prove what Molly I’m supposedly libeling about without a last name? She’s not the only one in the country named Molly.

Next, and as I’ve said something like a million and one times before, if you don’t like what someone may write about pertaining to you or any other person or subject in their own blog, then DON’T read it! No one ever forced her or anyone else to read my blog.

But that’s not the issue. The issue is that I have asked her countless times to STOP contacting me. But she goes and she does it anyway, leaving an electronic trail that makes her look much, much guiltier of stalking than I ever could be of anything, not to mention her own pack of lies in which she’s written in her own journal. But I don’t give a shit what she says about me. I know what’s true and what’s not. If you have nothing to hide or fear, then why worry about what others say/think?

She asks for a truce, saying she won’t go to my website, but how are 64 views so far today “not going to my website?”

Lastly, there is no such thing as Google Commons Repository. I looked it up and all I found was a Google Repository that allows businesses to back up their data.

Meanwhile, I’m not the least bit interested in viewing her shit - true or not - or talking to her, and I’m certainly not afraid of any lawsuits. I have done nothing wrong and I know it.

This sick individual has taken from me many online joys I would ordinarily love to engage in very much, but can’t because I know she’ll use it as a means to harass me. I can’t enable my shoutbox on MyOpera, I can’t allow anonymous comments on my blog, and I can’t freely enjoy a lot of features because she won’t leave me the hell alone. It’s only a matter of time before she opens yet another account to come at me from that I’ll have to block. There is no escaping this lunatic!

Until the law cracks down on cyberbullies and stalkers like her and starts taking her computer away (since as she herself admits she can’t behave or stop abusing people online) each time she harasses someone, God only knows how many more years of her shit I’ll have to deal with.

And besides, if she’s truly not guilty of ever being arrested or jailed, then why does what people say bother her? She should know the truth, so isn’t that all that matters?

In even worse news than Molly’s shit, my sister “misses” me, hopes I’ll allow her to call me, has so much to tell me, and Becky graduated with a master’s in management, etc. So this has only gone and added to my stress. I’m not sure how to handle this one.

I posted on my Facebook wall that I accidentally deleted a message before I could read much of it, so that’ll hopefully give me a little more time to think about things. I just don’t know that she’s reading my profile page, though. She hasn’t been to my blog, nor did she mention anything about Kindle.

In my bio, I explain why I haven’t talked to my brother since 1997 (nor do I ever intend to) and have swapped just a few messages with my sister since 1999. But to give you a quick rundown – my sister was in an abusive marriage. He abused her and my sister’s oldest of 3 daughters because she was “the other guy’s” kid. I verbally let him have it on his machine. To my horror, shock and dismay, she stuck up for him and next thing I knew the cops were at my door. We had just moved from Phoenix to Maricopa and she claims he was the one that called the cops and she didn’t know where I lived. Even if that were true, she would’ve had to give him some starting point to look for me in order to get the cops to my door in the first place. I think she, they, or he called Tom’s relatives in PHX for the new address, not that the relatives would ever admit they gave it to anyone.

Maricopa was so rural that we had no mail service at the house. We had to get a PO Box. Well, there was a warrant out for my arrest at the time and neither of us knew it till the cops came out on account of Tammy and Bill, routinely ran my name, and came up with the failure to appear warrant.

As you may know, our lovely freeloading neighbors tormented us in PHX which was part of why we moved. Noise, vandalism – you name it they hit us with it at just 3’ away. To spite me since they hated whites, Jews and anyone that complained on them (Tom sent a letter of complaint to the city, though he’s not of Jewish descent), they had their cop friend, also black, that we didn’t know about, set me up for stalking of all things. He put a threatening, racially slurred letter into my hands at the pig station and asked if I’d seen it before, thus getting my prints on it. I don’t know if he typed it himself or if the old psycho neighbors received it from someone else they pissed off, but nonetheless, they made me look like a scary little racist, played the race card, and got my ass in jail for 6 months and then I had 2 years of probation afterward. So I lost a lot of freedom and thousands of dollars. The point – Tammy may not have known about these assholes and the warrant, but if she hadn’t turned on her own sister who was just trying to stick up for her and if she hadn’t gone out of her way to protect her and her daughter’s abuser, the warrant would’ve eventually expired and I wouldn’t have been legally victimized in a place and time when blacks are seen as gods.

Fast forward 9 years to the summer of 2009. She contacts me on Facebook with a simple “hope you’re well.” Wow, I thought to myself, she’s acting like nothing happened. She didn’t just spill wine on my favorite blouse, so I need to set her straight, let her know the impact her crazy actions had on me and my husband, and why I can’t possibly forgive her just because we shared the same womb.

She reacted to my rejection by bullying me online along with 2 of her daughters, one of whom was rude, the other flat-out crazy. They’re all in their 20s now, and while I know we all do stupid shit when we’re young and I understand they have their mother to thank for their behavior, it really put a lot of stress on me. MD has no message block of any kind at this time, so I would get a slew of threats and taunts from them and I felt completely powerless to do anything but be afraid she’d do something to us, like call the Unemployment office and claim Tom was really working so we’d end up starving and homeless while they investigated, or something sick and crazy like that. She’d already proven the extremes she could and would gladly go to in the heat of the moment.

And now she “misses” me and hopes I’ll allow her to call me. I feel so stuck between a rock and a hard place, almost like I’m forced to have this relationship with her I don’t want to have or else she’ll turn on me and do God knows what to us if I don’t, including possibly fucking us out of any inheritance money we may get. I just don’t know what to do! Tom insists we don’t need the inheritance, but I think we’ll always be able to say we could use extra money, even though I think my folks will live another 5-10 years.

I know there are worse problems in life to have than a sister who wants a relationship with you while you don’t. I honestly don’t understand it, though. We don’t look the same, we don’t act the same, we don’t have the same interests, and we live 3000 miles apart. What the hell does she want with me???

If I haven’t managed to do so after 11 years, then I know I will truly never be able to forgive her for the hell she helped inflict upon my husband and I. She just doesn’t get that I simply don’t give a damn about her or her brood. I don’t see them as a sister and nieces; I only see them as people I once knew long ago who caused me a world of trouble.

You can’t block your number on a Magic Jack phone, so if I do call her it will be from the cell phone.

I’m just afraid she’ll keep wanting more and more from me, though I have tried to tell her that the best way to avoid conflict is to keep the contact to a minimum.

Damn! Just damn! I want to be myself and handle her the way I handle most things – by being honest and letting her know I don’t care to associate with her, but if I do that it means possibly getting spited for it, not to mention my parents being dragged into it. I know her. It’s easy for her to say she’ll keep our shit from mom and dad when she’s not pissed, but another thing for her to say that when she is pissed.

I talked to Christine who enjoyed the ballet she attended yesterday, and would be happy to rub my back like she did in the dream I had. :) I was hoping she’d be compensated for Saturday which didn’t seem to be a very good day for her.