2016 Update: I care more about this blog than I do that "they" can read it, otherwise I'd stop writing it and create a new one. As long as they finally leave me and my little family alone, there should be no problem, even though I requested that they don't read it. Since they have no interest in my writing, I'm probably safe. I hope so hard they will finally respect our wishes of no contact. I care so much about telling the truth and bringing healing. I fought my entire life to bring communication, truth, and healing to my FOO. There's nothing left to fight for so I have given up, at age 59. I can now only bring healing to myself and other survivors through my words. I finally went back to work on my heart-wrenching memoir that I wrote in 2012 that I originally wrote for them as my last Hope of getting my beloved family of origin and relatives back. But, There Are None So Blind As Those Who Will Not See

Friday, September 4, 2015

This Just Happened At The Liquor Store (could be great in my screenplay)

 I was on my way out from purchasing a bottle of tequila from one of my local liquor merchants, run by a man who calls himself Ghandi, ("but you can call me Candy").

The man standing there waiting to talk to Ghandi engaged a dialogue with me:


Man:  If you were 20 years younger, I'd be right there with you!

<the look on my face when I looked at him>
<laughter by him and his buddies>

Man:  Oh, now she got it!!

<beat>

Me:  If I were 20 years younger, I wouldn't get with the likes of you!

<no reaction from them>


......

I'd want that to be taken in good humor, or not at all!

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