PMPD, RCMP,

Ok, No replies.  I do have another question for Jenn Ohashi..  She stated that she failed to look at my driving record and that she’d have to look into that.  I’m curious what that has to do with my “housing” situation.  Driving a vehicle and housing…  I’m sorry, I do not understand the correlation.  Is there one?

I visited the Courthouse yesterday and I asked for the specifics on the charges.  I was told the Crown hadn’t decided yet.  Meanwhile, I am losing at work.  I am literally in a retirement job because I can no longer do the Production Work I used to do.  My health won’t allow it.  I have countless emails showing why.  Normally I have to stay on top of the office to ensure I get 8hrs each day, it’s something I used to have to stay on top of.  Keeping the office staff trained while doing my part to make the managers money.  For performing my job itself, my truck is not set up right so I have to struggle.  I am in “Service Work”, I can go to seven different jobs per day.  That was stressor last year not being able set that truck up at my convenience.  Now I have all this additional stress, and finances that are completely gone.

Included here, are emails from myself to a Psychologist.  He had my mother in sessions, she admitted in a lot of tears that she would not have that house if it was not for me.  In fact his exact words were something along the lines of “Well one thing is for certain, she would not have that house if it was not for you” -  she said “You were the one”.  The Psychologist told my mother not to put me on title.  He also told her to write up a will which she did.  He told me I needed medication for life.  Then he wrote such things like I was manic and paranoid about my siblings cheating me out of my will.  I don’t think it takes much to understand the sick dynamics in a house and how they can affect you. I have countless emails here to him about how my siblings were making me sick.  I even have an email here stating how my brother in law swerved a motor vehicle at me.

As far as I know, my family which I consider to be thieves are free to roam that house and steal my belongings.  I have difficulties working from where I am.  In fact, I haven’t been able to properly take my contacts out in over a week.  I have all kinds of problems that I shouldn’t be dealing with and I literally am becoming financially unrecoverable.  That was my life that was spent holding that house which benefitted everyone, I expect a little better than this.  Perhaps you should be looking into fraud, coercion among other things from the other party.  Perhaps even someone should look up the definition of Spouse.  In more than one BC Law I see that I fit that definition.  I even had to tell my mother once that I wasn’t married to her, my sister claimed we were co-dependents years ago.  She even suggested I cheat and use that for income taxes.

Here’s my Good Bye post to my extended family that prompted the Lions Gate Hospital trip - Just for a reminder.

This may go to Facebook.  There’s not much I have to lose.  You’re already helping my siblings do what they always wanted, screw me over.

Goodbye.

This is a good bye to all of you. I can’t know you. So there is no misinterpretation (unlike a phone conversation I had had with an extended family member today) I am not dictating who you can and can’t know. I am listening to myself on the inside. I can’t know you for the simple reason that I can’t be friends with people who are friends with those who screwed me. It doesn’t work.

There’s something about life I have always noticed, at least in my life. I am going to call it the “flip”. Bad turns good and good turns bad. It’s not fair, but it’s the way my life goes. I’m not going to try explaining it because most of you won’t understand. My life has been torturous. Please don’t assume anything, people tell me I am very intelligent. I am intelligent enough to understand my own life and my own psychology, but I am not intelligent enough to explain it.

I am in a non-recoverable position. I don’t want to hear anyone’s opinions. I know who I am. I find people assume and take for granted far too much. I have been through more emotional extremes than most people I know. I have rebuilt from ashes more times than I ever should have. Don’t assume what that means, you’ll likely get it’s meaning wrong. There was almost no way out of that house and there’s no way to stay now, not under my own power.

So I am going to let you know what I told the Police appointed Psychologist today. He accepted it by the way. I will be a suicide at some point in the future. I did tell the Police in November that they will kill me if they remove me from that house. I did write them just prior to these charges that if they are not careful this will result in my death within the next five to ten years. My real estimates are pegged a little better than that. My brain likes to calculate.

This is not a cry for help, it’s simply a good bye. I can’t know you. I am glad I never went to Uncle Ike’s 80th. I really am. I likely will not get around to making a will, I have to try to survive and I don’t have the time, energy or resources for such. So I leave it here. It’s pretty simple my wishes. I can’t control what anyone does with dad’s ashes, but with whatever happens to mine, I don’t want my family to have them and I don’t want them at any services, likely I won’t have any.

I ask you not to interfere, all you will do now is stop my chances for survival. My needs are different than yours, so advice is not really going to work. Take care of yourselves and good bye.