Yesterday was odd. I feel good that I was right and not being paranoid about someone in our house while we were out. But the reality of it bites. Whew,… I was not being paranoid. someone different was in the house. OH NO! someone different was in the house.
My brother Jacob came in to our place when we were gone to drop off another destructive gift. Two bottles of whiskey and a bag of pot. (very supportive of my recovery)
The sis got rid of it and sort of went odd. I was really upset with her for NOT telling me straight up when she found this gift. But my anger faded as she got so… have you ever seen a cold fury? Someone so furious they get so calm and cold? Super scary little redhead. (It was like Buffy the Vampire slayer when Willow went evil.)
She went to the parents, laid everything at their feet (literally) and then called the cops and pressed charges against Jacob. She wrote down everything and had it documented and is working on a restraining order. She was cold and even toned sat very still, blinked very little and kept her voice very flat. Even Mom backed down.
I’ve never seen that before. She smudged our place, and changed the locks.
I felt so much better knowing that I was right and not paranoid and with the new locks I managed to take a nap.
I have lazily calked everything up to paranoia for so long, it’s weird to think that I was right after all. I haven’t been right in so long. I’m not sure what to do with this new flavor.