About the Con-Artist thing, well, guess what, folks? There is justice in this world afterall because my Nparents were duped themselves by a real talented con-artist, which nearly bancrupted them and lead to divorce. The only reason divorce did not take place was because there was so little left after the con, that it was easier to stay together.
This major turning point lead to a series of events which i had hoped would turn their lives around, and to make them for once appreciate what they had instead of feeding their greed for more more more!!! But my wishful thinking had no effect on reality. They suffered a great loss of money and loss of their dreams of easy retirement--their ultimate goal and purpose in life!! They used guilt on all the children, making us so miserable, and tried to drive us into worshipping and making more money. They tried to get a high return on investment through children. Non of us children, as adults, are making loads of money. I dont even try because i like having just what i need, no more, no less.
And so now, Nmother has had to work for the rest of her life until she is able to collect a pension (who knows what that will be worth and if it will be enough for her), supporting a retired penniless N-supplier father who gets angry every time she spends anything other than groceries. Nmother has continuously run into problems with colleagues and has had lawsuits against her supervisors. They once had the taste of the sweet life back in the 1980's, but its been all downhill since then.
Before i found out about N, i tried to help emotionally and financially, but couldn't stand the manipulations and lies. Time to give up!!
Ellie, i am going to use the same explanation as to why i do not speak to my parents or family. They are all con-artists and very dangerous.
Also, i too was in college when i realized how bad my parents were treating me. I still remember the look on my girlfriend's face when she said to me, "you mean, they don't call you, ever?" and "you mean they don't give you any money or allowance of any kind?" That was a big clue alright. No wonder they never allowed me to talk on the phone, or to bring any friends over to the house throughout my entire childhood. It all makes sense now.
Genuine, i like your idea about blowing up the baby photo. I did that a long time ago, and i look at it often. Its my favorite photo alright. So cute. Thanks for sharing your pagan newsletter story. Its nice!!
Oh, and anytime someone calls you a "slut," you will know deep down that they are not talking about you because they don't really know you anyway. And anyway, what is so bad about being a slut? could be a good thing too. it could mean you are sexy, seductive, attractive. you can do the translated meaning in your head and give the insulter a devilish smile.
