One day about noon my Dad arrived at my Aunt’s house. He took me upstairs and I remember taking the steps two at a time and he not mentioning how good I was at doing this. He took me into the bedroom, sat on the bed beside me and said “Mammy’s dead”. My world as I knew it ended. She refused to believe that there was a pedophile in the family, and cut off anyone who was a victim. I was not, but there were at least six victims over two generations, and I was cut off because I believed them. I did not cry when she died. I had no tears left after dealing with the victims for many years.
They were so into it that they didn’t even notice me watching them. When they finished, John made a move to go to the bathroom. He turned towards the door and that’s when he saw me. He looked like an electrocuted cat (I haven’t seen one, chill) and screamed like a lady. Brittany sat up in bed and saw me. She rolled to the side of the bed and tried to hide under and shouting “you b*tch!” the whole time LOL too bad she didn’t fit so she had to settle for the corner with the duvet covering her naked self.
John tried to sweet-talk me and give some lame excuse of what I just saw. I wasn’t having any of it. I stood from the chair, snapped a quick photo of them in the room, found the spare key I gave him, took my groceries and calmly went out of there. Both of them were working at an airbase in Japan. Brittany was married. I asked some of my friends who know Brittany and her husband and I managed to get her and her husband’s email. I emailed him of what happened, attached the photo I took and Cc’d both John and Brittany.
We moved into a small, quiet neighborhood very close to my widowed mother and the area I grew up in. At the time I was working for a custom home builder and I was the superintendent / lead carpenter on almost all our projects. Sometimes, I would have to fabricate things at home for a job as the projects were wrapping up and there was no place to work on-site. One Sunday afternoon I was planing down some material (approximately 2pm) to fabricate new cabinet doors (the painters had stained them the wrong color and these needed to be in place by Monday morning).
It took about an hour to finish the planing and clean up and now I was getting ready to start cutting the pieces to length and gluing up the panels when she came back over and said “I thought you were done!” I told I was not but that this tool was much quieter than the other one and that it will not take to long to complete. She stewed in her juices for a minute and stomped her way back home. For the next 6 years, while they were living there, she would call the HOA every other day for anything she thought violated the HOA rules (bikes out, garden hose not wrapped up – those types of things.
I had a simple surgery. I was worried (my first surgery) but was completely blown off by the surgeon. He actually said “I can do hundreds of these in a day, it’s very quick. No need to worry.” Surgery was done at a surgery center after which I was very quickly sent home with NO discharge paperwork. The ride home was about 30 mins. 30 mins after I arrive home (and lay on the couch rather than go straight upstairs) I am found to be NOT breathing and bp is terrible. Thank heaven we had a full house of adults. One doing CPR, one calling 911, one giving me THEIR oxygen (on orders from 911 operator), my husband, kids, niece and nephew freaking out, all 12 in the house thinking I am dying.