01/29/2024
I got this cool new AI program that I integrated with my iPhone to suck just about everything out of my phone for documentation purposes.
I went back, because something has bothered me over the past few months. Well, if I had this text back then. Things would be different. I am going to make sure I hit Staples and print every threat, every lie, everything so we are all telling the truth.
When my brother had threatened me with physical violence when I was at North Cottage back in June, I believe it was June anyway. I'll go back later and validate my time frame (I'm tired and need to lay down), and I'll pull those texts too and also his threats too, when he tried to screw me at the bank with my mother's inheritance money in the lockbox. He basically said & suggested multiple times and I think one of the texts said something like, "I will come back there and f**k you up". So, after a long fight I went to the courthouse in Attleboro, and I put a restraining order on him.
Both of us had to go back to court for me to renew the restraining order, 30 days later, and we had to go before a judge.
Can you believe that he had the audacity to bring up the fact that he was the one to section 35 me and lie under the oath of God? He put his hand up and he SWORE to tell the truth...
He didn't even know how to f**king section anybody. I had to guide him and plead for it. I sectioned me. I begged and I pleaded with everybody! I pleaded with my doctor! I pleaded with Ryan! I had to beg on my knees for somebody to section 35 me. NOBODY sectioned me! I sectioned me!
This is the type of s**t though, that is going to come up in court this year and it's going to be bumpy, but I'm going to be prepared to defend my character because they're going to try to assassinate it in front of a judge.
I'm going to print out these text messages on big f**king whiteboards so everyone can clearly see that I was the one to section myself and I accept responsibility for what I've done and who I was, but I am nothing of what I was. I am new. The old me is dead...
.. and the new me, he wants to play...