Hello World,
I am going to explain some of the post between July and November. I want to provide some context into why some of them have a fictional story woven into them. Like everything else in this process, these fictional components of some of the blog posts were incorporated by design for multiple reasons.
These fictional components I developed as a young child to justify why I was being abused. I couldn't understand why my Mom was abusing me and tried to kill me, so I started day dreaming to come up with a story I could tell myself that would help me accept what I was experiencing. I told this story to the police when I sat down with them and shared my plan to hold everyone accountable, it should be on a video and body cameras, both in the possession of the authorities.
I repeated this story again at Christmas of 2023 to the police. I also shared bits of it when I went to the first facility to audit to test how they would react. I am going to write another blog post in the near future to explain how the facilities did. At the time I launched the blog, I started off doing small simple posts just figuring out technical aspects. Then once my wife went out of town, I started blogging all of the things I talked about on my stream during the Christmas of 2023. I was doing my best to remember everything I said on stream and put in into the blog. I feel I did pretty good writing it all out.
Inside the following post, you will find parts of the fictional story I used to tell myself.
There is also some things I put in there to fuck with my abuser and make her think that I was "crazy." She thought that she was playing games with me, but in reality she was playing a game inside my game, though I wasn't playing games it is just a concept I want you to understand. The rest of my family can verify the back and forth of our relationship.
Back to the story. I shared this story in front of the police as mentioned above because I needed all of this documented so that the facilities couldn't use it against me, like I said, that is another blog post to be written before Christmas Eve. I didn't want to ID my Mom twice and have her arrested, so after I had identified jackass for the second time I shifted gears and refused to ID my Mom again because I wanted her to have an opportunity to do the right thing, which she ended up failing to do. No one wants their parents arrested. I wanted and still want my abuser held accountable, there is a difference.
The story I used to tell myself was that my Mom must have been murdered when I was at a young age, and someone assumed her identity, and was forcing my family to go along with her. I told myself she was part of a sick cult that preyed on little children. It was very hard to reconcile this as a young child, so I kept day dreaming different versions of the story. I have always know my parents are my biological parents, but I still did a DNA test and blogged about it just to keep the illusion up.
Inside the two post mentioned above, I threw in another twist to fuck with her head, and it was that "My mom was murdered on a cruise around 2011, and that this lady wasn't her." I also mentioned that it was a federal crime to murder on a cruise and she would have to wait for the FBI. If she saw that, she would think I was crazy and let her guard down. These type of things always provide me with the opportunity to deliver a metaphoric punch to her each time we go round and round. I act like what she expects me to act like so she thinks she won, and then I get to give her another metaphoric punch after enough time has passed, which happens to be all the post written since from Thanksgiving till now.
The great thing is now that this is entire ordeal is over with my family, I don't have to keep letting her play her games inside my game. It is over, I won. I got the statement from my brother backing my version of events from his perspective. I have told her I am done contacting her as well, unless she settles and owns what she did. I am finally free from all of them, I get to live my life as Mikey and not have to worry about them trying to have me committed or her putting a bullet in the back of my head to keep me quiet. She LOST to a "Big Baby."
It feels good for this to be over. I assure you everything else I blogged about is real, and I will not have to throw twist in them anymore to confuse her. She is officially cut out of my life. I have accepted the loss of the relationships and the fact that I spent so much of my life trying to get them to do the right thing as a wasted effort. Over two decades of my life were wasted on everyone but my Dad. The funny thing is, she is too stupid to realize its over.
She will always think that the game is being played and she will win, which is why I am explaining all of this, because its the metaphoric knock out punch from me to her. I have left the ring and she will be walking circles in it the rest of her life not being able to comprehend that she lost to me multiple times and never had a chance of winning. She won't believe that I forgave my family and was trying to have authentic relationships with them. I finally get to move on, get ready to testify against jackass and live my best life from here on out. I have clearly expressed my boundaries with my abusers and what they need to do to get back into my good graces if they ever want a chance of seeing me again.
She gets to be made an example out of, held accountable, and be trapped in her own head the rest of her life. I get to walk away and after Christmas Eve, you are going to see a shift in the blog posts. I am going to start focusing on gaming, psychology, psychiatric medications, holistic treatments, civil rights and more about my life and passions. I am also going to dive into my research and write an official paper on my theory of why I feel Autism is evolution of the brain. I feel I have some valid points to back my theory.
I feel my story has been told, it is here to be read or listened too, by anyone anytime. Please remember to always do the RIGHT thing, even when no one is looking. It will define your character the rest of your life.
Sincerely,
Mikey