I have tried my hardest to refrain from EVER saying anything bad to Dennis again.
I've never seen any such attempt, and those who read the website won't see one either. The implication is interesting though, as she's confessing to having said things that "were bad" in the past, and only stating that she's trying to refrain from continuing. Sadly, she didn't try hard enough, if at all.
I have made an honest attempt to get my life back in order but I see now that will NEVER happen.
Made. Past tense.
I have been going to therapy regularly and even praying more but still I know I won’t make it through this mess alive. I am going to die. It’s all for the best I suppose. Death is not an end but rather a beginning to me. I know my pot of gold lies at the end of God’s rainbow.
The old suicide ploy, which she has used more than 40 times, most recently on 21 November, 2013 , a mere two weeks ago, when I received several emails from "Stan" (Noel writing as her father) telling me that Noel had overdosed on sleeping pills, was only posting (just hours later) because she had been given "special permissions" to have a laptop in the hospital and "wouldn't be posting again until she was released in three days." She was posting in under two.
Federal law requires that anyone who attempts suicide be kept for observation for a minimum of three days. This observation takes place in the psychiatric ward. Psychiatric wards do not allow patients to have any personal property, least of all a computer, phone or any other communications device. Just like every other time, the suicide attempt was merely a ploy to gain sympathy for Noel while attempting to make me feel guilty for being a victim who stands up to her pathological treatment of myself and others.
I can’t wait to see my grandmother again and tell her I love her and how sorry I am for hurting her in my youth.
Is there anyone she hasn't hurt?
I was hurting inside so I hurt others.
Past tense? Noel, you're still hurting others. Intentionally, and with malice aforethought.
I know I was wrong but I was young and stupid. Now I’m old and stupid.
Fair enough, I guess...
I am nothing. All I’m good for is to be used, abused, and tossed away in the trash.
The self-pity ploy. Goes hand in hand with the suicide ploy. Neither is the least bit credible.
Dennis has made sure I retain the position of being trash. He doesn’t care. My life is over now and he is happy.
Yes, I've made sure by being the target of her harassing/threatening emails, eCards, newsletters, websites, blogs and any other way she can find to defame and libel me through the internet. Noel's most often used defense - that I'm to blame for her actions. Classic projection.
When I was sent to live at Our Lady Of Providence Children’s Center at the age of 7 because of my behavioral problems,
Behavioral problems that were so bad at the age of SEVEN that your parents, both still alive, sent you away? Behavioral problems that persist, Thirty-Three years later.
I was abused in every sense of the word which has made me the angry, traumatized person I am today. I was thrown out in the snow naked, beaten, and starved by the staff members. I was also abused mentally, physically, and emotionally. I used to run away a lot because of the abuse.
Self-pity ploy, again. We're supposed to pity her because she was treated so badly. But first, we have to take her word that she was treated badly. And before we can do any of that, we have to believe that her parents sent her to "Our Lady Of Providence Children’s Center" because of her "behavioral problems." But, just like every other word that comes from Noel, we're supposed to simply take it at face value, as no proof of anything is ever offered.
And, Our Lady of Providence Children's Center, in West Springfield, Massachusetts, is simply a Day Care Center, and nothing more.
While I was out there, I would walk around and wish for a beautiful life.
Perhaps wishing isn't enough, Noel. You have to earn your way in this world. Beautiful lives don't just happen.
I finally was able to accomplish that goal when I met my soul mate Katherine and now it’s all ruined because Dennis insists on making me suffer forever.
Actually, I'd like to see your imaginary suffering stop. Or continue. I don't care which, if it means you'll leave me alone and stop screwing with my beautiful life, which I worked hard for.
There is no longer any hope left for me.
Uh huh. This was nine years and probably 35 fake suicide attempts ago, folks... and not a damn thing has changed.
My death will be just the warm welcome to peace I need. I have nothing left now. It’s all gone because of Dennis who prefers to hold the past against me rather than let me go on my merry way. Once I’m dead, all the pain will be over. I will be free at last.
See above.
I’m still hoping he will get tired of hurting me and leave me alone but I honestly don’t think that will EVER happen since he is so fixated on me.
No, it'll never happen because I can't get tired of something I've never done.
Death seems to be the only way out for me. All I ever wanted was peace and happiness but I fear can’t even have that now. Sometimes I feel I should have killed myself a long time ago but I still hold onto the hope that things will get better. 1 can only hope.
How dramatic. And how overused.
(edit: 9 Dec 2013- the intellectually challenged stalker has now written a blog post to comment on this post. In it, she gives her version of the history of the place where she says she was abused (no proof as usual) and provides two screenshots to prove that the place exists. Thing is, I never said it didn't. In fact, I said:
And, Our Lady of Providence Children’s Center, in West Springfield, Massachusetts, is simply a Day Care Center, and nothing more.
Interesting, isn't it, that the second screenshot she used which can be seen here, shows that the place is in the business of Child Care? Again, what was it I said it was? A Day Care Center?)
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