Have you seen that Dr. Who episode where he brings down the PM with six little words? "Don't you think she looks tired?" Well, I can destroy someone with six simple words...
When I was in a coma, dying, my cousin drained my bank account and used the money for crack cocaine. When I got out of hospital she was still around, mildly apologetic but that's about it. Swore she was off the stuff and all that, yadda yadda. She still continued to leach off my parents though, my dad being a soft touch. Then I found out that she had gone back to it. I decided enough was enough and I had to cut this bitch off from our family. That was one of the reasons I moved up here, to force the situation. She was forced to work for my parents, renovate the house for sale thus working off some of the debt she'd accumulated, and went into rehab. If she ever does stray from the path though I can put her down with six simple words.
She'd had a son who she no doubt ignored all through his childhood. He eventually was shot in the back by a guy who's house he was trying to break into. Way to raise a family you bitch! Then to make matters worse, she had another kid, and having a kid just to replace the one you lost is some seriously fucked up shit. Disgusting beyond the pale. This is the type of woman she is. She of course kept her other son's ashes in one of those container things. Before I left to come up north I did something, something that she never need know about, but if she does ever go back to fucked-up mode, or try to get her hooks back into this family I can destroy her with six simple words...
"I pissed in your son's ashes"
And I have the seal, the tag from inside the urn to prove it. She need never know, but I've read my Machiavelli, and one lesson from "The Prince" is to never give someone a small hurt, if you are going to hurt someone make sure you hurt them so badly that they will never even think of being around you. And that is my story!
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dancing_serpent
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Date: 2008-10-28 08:30 pm (UTC)When I was in a coma, dying, my cousin drained my bank account and used the money for crack cocaine. When I got out of hospital she was still around, mildly apologetic but that's about it. Swore she was off the stuff and all that, yadda yadda. She still continued to leach off my parents though, my dad being a soft touch. Then I found out that she had gone back to it. I decided enough was enough and I had to cut this bitch off from our family. That was one of the reasons I moved up here, to force the situation. She was forced to work for my parents, renovate the house for sale thus working off some of the debt she'd accumulated, and went into rehab. If she ever does stray from the path though I can put her down with six simple words.
She'd had a son who she no doubt ignored all through his childhood. He eventually was shot in the back by a guy who's house he was trying to break into. Way to raise a family you bitch! Then to make matters worse, she had another kid, and having a kid just to replace the one you lost is some seriously fucked up shit. Disgusting beyond the pale. This is the type of woman she is. She of course kept her other son's ashes in one of those container things. Before I left to come up north I did something, something that she never need know about, but if she does ever go back to fucked-up mode, or try to get her hooks back into this family I can destroy her with six simple words...
"I pissed in your son's ashes"
And I have the seal, the tag from inside the urn to prove it. She need never know, but I've read my Machiavelli, and one lesson from "The Prince" is to never give someone a small hurt, if you are going to hurt someone make sure you hurt them so badly that they will never even think of being around you. And that is my story!