Posted by Milady Red [24.4.255.161 - proxy4-external.denver1.co.home.com] on 24 October 2000 at 20.01.30:

GAH! Okay, this is got to have been the most interesting 12 hours of my life if nothing else. Okay, in order to fully understand what occurred, you have to sort of understand my so-called family.
1st: My Grandma, whom I used to call Nona, but shall remain hereafter Smurf Bitch. A very wizzened, grumpy lady to say the least. In actuality, she is a manipulative, vindictive, obnoxious olde harpy. her favourite thing to attack me with? Guilt trips.

2nd: My Granpfather, whom used to be refferred to as Papa, now Casterated. This is rather close to truth. He is my grandma's bitch to say the least. Now, he could be so cool, but in allowing Smurf Bitch to call the shots is ineffectual at best. Sad, really.

Now then, since you have a great perspective on them, allow me to add a little more history. My loser father didn't have the pair to pull his head out of his arse to raise me when I was little, and my mom couldn't have cared less, so I was rasied until I was 10 by these 2. It is not at all incorrect to say that my perception of life was somewhat skewed. I lived with my abusive father for 4 years and got a taste for reality then, but got sick of the bullshit and went back to my grandparents place for the next 3 years. I had my own place when I was 17.

Okay, nuff said on that point, but you can see how she has ample opportunity to use the guilt trip thing...

Now, let it be known that from the first time I brought Charon to meet them, they disliked him... Okay, okay, they couldn't fucking stand him. Trust me, the feelings were mutual. Mostly, because Charon refused to sit idely by and allow Smurf Bitch to treat me as though I were still 6 years olde.

Okay, finally this turns into a mess... (Grem or Hunter, could you put a link to that post from Charon here? Thanks)

Okay. This over, I am thinking that I cn get the rest of my things and cut all ties, right? Wrong.

About 3 weeks later, I am over for a final (or so I think) time to officially resign from the job I did for thier small towne. I ask if I could go ahead and get the rest of my things back, and am told not to worry, I can come back for them at another time. Okay, fine. They then proceed to tell me that they are leaving for a 10-14 day trip. the following week. Perfect, I still have a house key.

The following weekend, knowing they are gone, I and my friend from the other fiasco head over and retrieve the remainder fo my belongings- a piece of shit computer, software, printer, about $35 in change, my clothing and wine glass collection.

All of which belongs to me.

Two weeks pass. I am at work and the phone rings.

Hello, may I speak with a Miss R. Douglas, please?

This is she...

Ms. Douglas, this is Officer Martinez, with the THornton PD. I am sitting here with your grandparents and I have been informed of some missing property. They have reason to believe that you are the person responsible for the missing property. Were you at this residence while they were on vaccation?

Yes, Oficer. I was.

I see. And did you remove anything from the residence?

Yes, I did. I removed mt personal belongings from the residence.

What did you take?

I took my clothing, my computer and printer, and some change that I had been contributing into for aproximatly 11 years, sir.

Mrs. Bitch claims that all of the items belonged to her and her husband. She demands that the items be reurned.

Now I'm getting irritated.

Could you put Mrs. Bitch on the ohone please?

There is some rustling and then Smurf Bitch is on the line.

N' ello?

How dare you.

Bear in mind that this is sadi very calmly, no trace of how upset I am over this in my voice.

Excuse me, young lady?

Don't young lady me, Smurf. You heard me quite clearly. How dare you try to pull this complete and utter bullshit. It's childish, stoopid adn rude to say the least.

Here comes he guilt trip. Her voice starts to waiver and I hear her light a cigarette.

I raised you for 18 years adn then I come home from a vaccation and you've robbed me blind! How could you treat your own grandmother like that, (uses Red's full first and middle names here)? I don't understand you anymore...

She breaks down into tears here. I can hear the cop speaking to Casterated in the background.

First off, Smurf, I took only what was mine. Secondly, This is rediculous. I know exactly why you are puling this stunt. you are trying to get even with Charon adn me for the bullshit you two began. you are simply trying to get back at us and it isn;t going to work. Sorry to spoil your plans.

Now, we aren't like you and that.. that.. guy you're with, so don't even say that. All we want is you to bring our things back and we are willing to drop this. We don't want you to go to jail...

no, I won't bring back my stuff. It's my stuff!

There is rustling and the cop gets back on the phone.

Ms. Douglas? Officer MArtinez again. Now these folks are being real nice to you here.

I hear mumbling in the background.

Mrs. Bitch tells me you are refusing to return the items taken?

No, I am refusing to return items that are not hers to her.

Listen to me, ma'am, you will return those items or I will see that you are charged with at least 2nd degree burglary, breaking and entering...

I cut him off.

I have a key to the house adn an open invitation there, last I knew of, which was until this conversation.

Mam'am,. be quiet a moment and listenn to me. You will return those items or you will see jail time, I promise you. Now, when can you have the items returned to these nice folks?

I am livid by now. And more hurt than I care to admit. Very tightly, trying not to let me\yself start crying I reply carefully.

They wil have them before 10 PM tonight.

Very good, Ms. Douglas. Before you come, call this number adn request a civil standby. Ask for myself and another officer adn we will meet you out here.

Fine. GOod day, Officer.

Ma'am.

We hang up, and I promptly burst into tears at my desk. I call Charon adn have Mom wake him and have him be ready to take the shit back when I get home. I am very hurt, but more than that, I am angry.