The prompt for today is something or someone that has been lost and turn it into a three part series. Ironic on the day I went to a funeral and realized that some of the things that were said about the person who dies could probably be easily said about myself. I like to live my life to the fullest and always seek out people’s stories. Those thoughts struck me. And yet again a reminder you always find out more when someone dies about them than when they were living. I love looking at the pictures that are put up but so sad I never had a chance to see them before.
The other ironic part is that this month marks a loss of trust, a loss of safety, a loss of privacy. A loss of being. The old Angela is forever gone.
This is the month two years ago I found out I had two neighbors spying on me: one because she doesn’t like my life decisions and she was using the drug dealer next door to spy on me and mine for her when she wasn’t home. I have what I need in writing. The police are aware of what’s going on. She said a member of my family is autistic and she has no degree or professional certification to make that call. As a matter of fact, I believe she doesn’t have any type of certification at all. She said plenty of other nasty things as well.
People have told me to drop it but I refuse. Just like Maya Angelou, I will sit down and at some point put the whole ugly business on paper.
This woman, whom I entrusted my family member to, used them and my other family members against me. Let me begin there.