Dear Port Moody Police,

I just want to quickly update you.  We had our telephone conference.  I performed very poorly.  I guess that was the most important step up until now and it’s the one I didn’t really prepare for.   I didn’t lie like I was instructed to (if I paid nothing I wouldn’t be a “tenant”).  Just to avoid embarrassment on my behalf, I’d have to go to my bank and ask for all my cheques/records/microfilm to be returned.  That costs money I don’t have to spend.  I said I even paid less than she said I did, I’m just going off memory.  I probably stated the first cheque I ever wrote.  She said $400 at 19 years old.  I may very well have.  I know I almost rented an apartment for $300 in Port Moody.

I always paid more though.  Once I came off RRSP’s I’d spend on the house.  It was different in different years, depending on issues.  No receipts except for 2008 to 2013.  Not being able to get anything in writing, I found if I paid less I’d have some control over places to spend money.  If the situation was bad and it affected work, then paying less made that easier too.

$300 to 400, 500 to 550 to 650, 700, 1000.  Plus cable of $240 per month (which dropped in the last several years).  There was 8 months in 2002 where I paid $1200 plus cable.  She wouldn’t take her stuff out of the basement and keep her deal.  It was my best chance at getting something in writing but it was making me too sick.  Through all the years it was just:  give me the cheque.  And I did.

A decision will be mailed within a month.  I have no faith in the things I said today.  I’ve called FraserHealth, I will need to talk to someone at some point.  I am quite different in some regards to most other people.  For me, this has almost been an unavoidable fate.  I always say I am good, but deep somewhere I am not.  I don’t sleep well and I probably only get 6hs a day of feeling almost fully functional.

Thank you,

Dan Berladyn

PS

She broke down crying just before my dad passed away.  She said she knew she owed me, but she needed everything for herself.  Dad wanted her pay me out at one point a very long time ago.

Below is just a Facebook post.  Today didn’t go well.

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January 16th, 2016

Marg Berladyn

You have not only received direct money from me, which would have been much more had you actually cared about securing my future, not just yours. I even paid the most important thing you could not pay yourself, your cable. Just so you could sit and watch Soap Opera's and Oprah Winfrey every day which you would have died without. You have received thousands and thousands of hours of work which you were very happy to brag about. You used my phone when you couldn't even pay your own bill.

You have even received thousands of dollars in electronics. Some of which are on loan. You even have borrowed property of mine that you said I cannot have back because you want them. You need them. You are using them.

You even came to me rushed in the stairwell, catching me off guard. You were all concerned as to whether I would stay or not. I looked you right in the eye and said "Don't @$#% fuck me". You had the only thing you wanted, your answer and you said you wouldn't. You knew exactly what that meant. You know your own son. Sad thing was, as soon as I walked away I said "I am @$#%'ed".

You even admitted you would not have this house if it was not for me. I was the one who cared. You would state I was going to "get", you would "look after me". That's another thing I forgot to say today. Keep it up and "you could get this house". Just give you the check, give you the money. That's what you would say. You would never talk about anything, you just wanted that check. I couldn't even negotiate with you or you'd let Jim Berladyn jump all over me. For many years I'd hear you on the phone telling friends "there's going to be a big fight here one day". You love gossip.

I lived in here with no heat where it was so cold I couldn't type. I had you staring in windows watching me. I had you re-organizing my belongings. I had you gossiping about my life to all your friends, every little detail. Usually with a negative perspective pushing me into depression. I had all my mail filtered which lead my siblings to jump all over a Pension that they think is worth something. Whenever I tried to change direction to leave you would clutch on. Other times I'd be riddled with guilt.

I have paid you in severe depression. I have paid you in tremendous amounts of lost wages. Tremendous amounts of unhappiness. In living in conditions that no other person would accept. I have had girlfriends tell me you are a b*tch, I have had potential girlfriends state who wants to be with a guy being used by his mother. I have had your own friends state things. My own friends parents stated things.

You have received a tremendous amount from me. You've likely killed me because I know what my siblings are like and I know what's coming. You should know that.

Jim Berladyn you should be so proud of yourself. You should go have another beer with urine in it. You stated once that you had class, any person who laughs that their parents will lose everything in foreclosure has none. Especially one who does everything he can to screw his little brother for trying. You two deserve each other in hell.