Stressing the Household (brother Jim Berladyn) Excerpts from an email entitled as such, dated February 25th, 2009 (improved for understanding) . “I have to stop suspecting people. Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that I went upstairs to ask mom what all the cackling was about. I asked if the subject was myself or my (now) ex-brother in law, my mother said it was Jim laughing at my (now) ex-brother in law. I’m going to believe her. I shouldn’t enjoy this, but the baby started to cry when Jim tried to pick her up.” . In reply this above, I was told “That baby must be a good judge of character!”. Fifteen minutes before I wrote that, I had written the below. . “Jim just left. It’s funny, the conversation gets louder at the end. He sounds really happy and they are talking like two women about the price of something for his cat. How it is so expensive and blah blah blah. Sounds like they are very well connected or at least he’s making sure he’s connecting well with her. From knowing what I know about those two, I am sure Jim’s laughing (a cackle) is either at me or my (now) ex-brother in law.” . Do you know what I find strange? . My (now) ex-brother in law was chasing me down the highway, swerving in an out of traffic in September, 2015. I don’t believe I have seen him in five years. It actually reminded me of something out of a National Lampoon movie. Considering that I was up extremely late the night before with someone who told me my mother would have killed herself if I didn’t do what I did and the fact I was dealing with something that even my bank had said was a lot to deal with, I was emotional and feeling rather weak that day. It actually prompted me to make a report with the Port Moody Police where I was told I needed Victim Services. . It took me three weeks to comprehend that perhaps I really am a victim. Perhaps what I feel inside is true. I didn’t even have the self worth to shake that Officer’s hand. When he told me not waste my life away on drugs, I replied that I am too smart for that. I realized later, he may have actually saved my life. I think it was three weeks later I ended up meeting with Victim Services. It was a talk worth having, little did I know that I would need to write them within the next month. I understand now, that I was right to want to talk them in 2006, something I was advised against by a Counsellor. .