I will be adding to this often.

Money, Money, Money.

You will notice that there is a great deal in the following stories in regards to money. I can't help that. That is all my sister ever wanted from me. She never called me up to just check and see how I was doing or called to just chat or say Hi. And the few times she did call me it was to ask for money. I can't help it if that's the fact. Money was the only thing she wanted from me. Period.

When I needed her to pay me back with just a sympathetic ear and kind words, she deliberately turned her back. I was there during her darkest hours with help, money, kindness and an always available shoulder to cry on. When it came time for her to pay me back a fraction of what she owed me with just a shoulder to cry on, she abandoned me.

The bottom line is, there was no money in it for her. Full Stop. There was no money in giving me the kindness and emotional support that I gave her for years. She knew I was not asking for money from her. I would never have done that to her. No matter how financially devastated I was by my husband. Just a shoulder is what I was asking for, and she couldn't be bothered. There was no money in it for her. If you read further down you'll see the story of Mexico. Over the years she had shown no loyalty, no integrity, no caring, no morals or ethics. If one had a checklist of the type of big sister one would want to have, she wouldn't just miss the mark on a "world's best big sister" checklist; she’d fail every criteria.

"No halves in this family.'

Dino and I are factually half siblings, but we were raised as full siblings by my father and our mother. My two oldest sisters had very little, if any, memory of their biological father.

I NEVER thought of them as half sisters...but now I don't think of Dino as a sister at all. It's funny how the brain works...I knew they were half sisters, and all that entails, but it was more of a reality that they were my sisters. Just my sisters.

I always thought I would have a life long, close and wonderful relationship with Dino. I thought Dino and I had something special. Dino and I were walking that path until she intentionally took advantage of my concern for her, lied to me, and conned me out of money, plus more.

Not-So-Trustworthy Oldest Daughter.

When I was young, my dad was out to sea for 6 months, one of many deployments, and my mother had the opportunity to visit him in another state for a week. My oldest sister who was 18 at the time promise that she was mature enough and responsible enough to watch her three sisters for a week. She harped on my mother over and over until my mother was convinced and agreed.
Unfortunately, my sister lied. My sister didn't make us dinner. She didn't help us if we needed help with our homework. She didn't make sure we had lunches for school. I swear to God if we didn't show up after school she wouldn't even have noticed. And why would that be? Because she was too busy with her boyfriend.
The two oldest sisters even took advantage of the fact that the parents were gone and literally torturing the two younger. I remember being at the dining room table and we were told we weren't going to be allowed to have dinner until we each smoked a full cigar by ourselves. And they sat there and they watched us smoke the cigars and get sicker and sicker and sicker. We both threw up. Then they told us that they weren't going to cook us dinner because we threw up after we smoked the cigars. They would also hide my sister's doll and tell her that they had buried her in the backyard. They would sometimes not even show up until 9:00 or 10:00 at night and we would be at home not knowing what the heck to do. I mean they just took total advantage of my mother not being there.
Something Dino did do was allow her boyfriend to drive his motorcycle into our home. INTO THE HOUSE!!!! Neither one of those dimwits thought that a full-time housewife wouldn't notice motorcycle tracks in her home, both in the living room and the dining room when she came home. Which she did, and believe me, all hell broke loose.
My oldest sister would also let him spend the night in her bedroom every night. She had promised my mother that not only would he not spend the night but he wouldn't enter the house while she was gone. Just for safety purposes. So that my mother could have confidence that everything was fine. And of course my sister agreed. Her boyfriend wouldn't be allowed in the house. Well, we all know that's a lie. She had every intention of her boyfriend not only being allowed in the house, but being allowed into her lady parts.
My other sister, Not a Princess, and I shared a bedroom. We could hear my oldest sister and her boyfriend going at it every night in her bedroom. At first we didn't understand what was going on. Finally the third sister, the one below the oldest, let us in on what was happening. This was a very disgusting sister who told us practically play by play what was happening and got a big kick out of letting two little children know what sex was, how it worked and why it was being done in Dino's room. She even described what happens at the finale. I mean it was really gross and crude ....sick.
Dino swore us to secrecy about her boyfriend sleeping over. But I think she knew that it was quite the gamble that one of the three sisters would probably tell our mother at some point. So my sister concocted this extravagant story about how her boyfriend HAD to sleep over because somebody had tried to break into our home. I saw my sister's boyfriend and my sister break one of the glass louvers in the window next to the front door. Then they taped cardboard up against it and it looked very convincing...to young me. And they told my mother that that's where the person tried to get in.
They swore to my mother that her boyfriend slept on the couch, and never even went anywhere near the bedroom. That he had too much respect for my sister Dino, for her parents, and for the family as a whole.
9 months later...That was proven a lie!!!!

Aprproximately two months after the "break in" I heard a ruckus of my mother screaming and Dino in her bedroom. Next thing I know a taxi pulls up, my sister walks out of the house, suitcase in hand, gets in the taxi and leaves. I didn't see Dino for quite a while after that.
Technically 7 months after that my nephew was born. This marriage didn't work out for my sister because she didn't have a lot of get up and go. She was married to a man who had goals, and a future that he was reaching for. He wanted nice things and he wanted her with him. But according to him he was frustrated because she would just sit on the couch and do nothing. She would watch TV all day. When he got home she would gripe about him. He said she kept a clean house, but they really needed to work towards something. But she didn't want to get a job or contribute to the family.
In the end the two separated and divorced. My sister lost custody of their child, because she was found to be an unfit mother. She immediately moved in with another man. Her ex-husband did exactly what he planned to do. He made something of himself. He built himself a business from the ground up and is now extremely wealthy and happy.

Narcissistic Mom. Narcissistic Sister.

As a kid I remember that my mother always told people at parties and get togethers that her two oldest girls were whores. She would make a joke out of it and she would say something to the effect of that they are like TweedleDino and TweedleDumb, except they are WhoreDino and WhoreDumb. And both were interchangeable in whose who. Another one she like to use was they are like night and day. One whores around at night and the other one whores around during the day. And then she would laugh and everybody would uncomfortably laugh around her too.

I do know that she also would say the oldest was whore one, and the middle oldest was whore two. And it is a fact that the second of the oldest daughter was literally a lot lizard. She was on drugs and she was an alcoholic and she was very much a prostitute, and she was proud of it. And it started very young. She was 12, when one day my mother found out my sister second oldest, didn't show up at school. I don't know how but my mother found out where my sister was. She was at a older man's house having sex with him and my mother was banging on the apartment door demanding that he send my sister out. Well at that point my sister, 12 years old, jumped off the balcony and broke her leg. She was also half-naked because obviously my mother had interrupted some physical activity with a man in his late twenties.

According to my mother, Dino wasn't much better. My mother said that any man that looked at her she is "just spreading those legs." I never saw it because I was a little kid. Well, I can't say that because of what happened right before Dino left home. But for the most part I didn't see her whoring around because I was just a little kid I wasn't exposed to that. I was exposed to the family fights in the living room. I was exposed to what my mother was telling people. But personally I didn't see anything . Once I got to know my sister as an adult, and recognized her character, or lack there of, I realized how little integrity she had. There's no doubt in my mind exactly what my mother said is exactly the way it was.

And I will go on to all that down below.

It was a very tense time in the family. And being the youngest I think that that's why I became as responsible as I am. Because I saw what the older kids were doing and I didn't want to copy that. Not because I was feeling in a superior position than they but because I didn't want to get into that kind of trouble. The atmosphere in the house was always so tense! It was hard! It was not a happy family when the older girls were with us. One or the other of them were always having to be dragged home from some guys house. My parents were always being called by the cops and told that one or the other of the older girls needed to be picked up. My mom said that Dino always came back home stinking of marijuana, cigarettes and booze and acting crazy.

One day I remember my mother was furious because back in the '60s girls had very short skirts and one time my sister Dino bent over in front of my mother and as they say took my mother's picture. It was all there for anyone to see. She was going commando. My mother was absolutely apoplectic. Dino, of course said all the girls go without underwear. My mother said all the girls might do it but you're not. And then the fight was on. I don't know if they know started wearing underwear after that or not. It's not something you walk up to your sister and ask "Are you wearing underwear today?" Lol

Dino used to be a pretty big bully to us younger girls. She loved to do the 52 pickup thing. Where she'd offer to play a game of cards with you but then she'd throw the cards all over the house and I'd have to pick them up.

My mom would tell her to vacuum and she would make us little girls do it. If you went into her bedroom she would literally push you out of the bedroom. Not just physically push you, she would shove you and if you hit the wall with your head she would laugh her ass off. There's a couple times she was supposed to pick us up at school because there had been reports of some not so great guys stalking the area near our schools, and she didn't bother to even show up. So here we are kindergartner and a first grader walking home during a time when there is unknown flasher in the area. For the most part we walked home by ourselves anyway, but when my mother heard that there was a flasher she asked Dino to go and walk us home. Of course when we got home Dino got into our faces and told us that we better tell Mom that she walked us home or she was going to beat the shit out of us. So of course my mom didn't ask but if she had asked we would have told her that Dino walked us home.

There were times where my mother asked Dino to go to the exchange which was only a few blocks away and pick my mom up some cigarettes. Back in the '60s all you needed to do was write a note with your name on it saying please let my child buy cigarettes for me and the stores did it without question!!! AMAZING!!!! Well, Dino didn't want to go by the cigarettes so she would always make us go do it. And I was always uncomfortable doing that. My mom would give her a little extra money to buy herself something at the store as a treat for having gone to get the cigarettes but when Dino would make us go get it, we had to give her the change. We were never allowed to get a treat even though we were doing what she was supposed to be doing. And Dino would keep the extra change and spend it on herself.

She was quite often very threatening to us and it was scary. It was very scary for a little kid. She was more than 8 years older then I was, and she wield it that extra age like a hammer.

Dumbest Educated Person on Earth.

Our mother used to tell people that Dino was an "Educated Idiot." She said Dino had book learning but absolutely no common sense. She said a floating turd in a toilet had more common sense than Dino had.

Welcome New Baby!

When her daughter was born I sent her a huge gift package, all the way from Hawaii to Texas. It included cash, baby clothes and toys, and a beautiful and delicate butterfly motif shawl for my sister, the mama. Even if she didn't want to use it as a shawl, it would be a beautiful table or sofa cover. I wanted her to feel special, like she wasn't forgotten in all the baby celebration.

She never acknowledged the package. She never thanked me. I did try to give her grace and consider that maybe she didn't receive it...but the post office confirmed she did. I chocked it up to Dino being too busy as a stay at home mom with a new baby. I never said anything to her about it. I didn't want to make a big deal about it. I should have said something to her...it may have changed the way she treated my future generosity towards her.

Time went by and one day she and I were chatting on the phone. Of course, I was the one paying for the phone call from Hawaii to, then, North Carolina. Metaphorically, she would happily eat the meal, but never "reach for the check."

I don't remember how it came up, but she said "like the package mom sent when my daughter was born. Mom sent me this ugly shawl, a rattle and $10 bucks!" She went on to excoriate the shawl. Said it was the ugliest shawl she'd ever seen and she threw it away. She also said "mom" sent her $10, and I KNOW that was a LIE , because the package was from me, and I sent her a whole hell of a lot more than $10! And there was clothes, toys etc., for the baby, too

I never confronted her about her mistake in remembering it as having come from mom, nor about the blatant lies about the contents. Part of me didn't want to embarrass her by pointing out her lies but also, she hurt my feelings a great deal. I put my heart and love in that package, and since Dino was always crying poor-mouth to me, I wanted her to have some nice things and lots of it. I knew no one else in our family would send her anything. So I never said anything to her.

When either of my children were born, Dino neither sent me anything nor made a phone call to me.

Mom's Heart Attack.

In 1980's my mother had a massive heart attack. It was so bad that they told my dad to get her papers in order. In other words they felt she wasn't going to survive. But my mother was one of those people where people always say that they're So man they're going to outlive everybody.

Well, I was in Hawaii at the time, my parents lived in Hawaii, my sister "Not a Princess" lived in Hawaii. My oldest sister, Dino, lived in North Carolina, and my other sister, the lot lizard, lived in Texas. Dino desperately wanted to come to Hawaii to be with my mother because we all were told she wasn't going to make it. Dino was married with three children under her roof and she asked me if she could borrow the money to fly her and her daughter to Hawaii from North Carolina. She said she would pay me back a certain amount each month until it was fully paid. Without hesitation I agreed. Didn't ask for interest on the loan. I didn't ask for a down payment. I'm not a bank. I'm a sister. And she and I discussed it back and forth numerous times. She said how grateful she was, and that no matter what she was going to make sure that she paid it back because I was doing such a wonderful thing for her.

In the end it was a con. A big con. Her ticket cost me a great deal of money. Flying from North Carolina all the way to Hawaii wasn't astronomical expense. But she and I had agreed to and I trusted her with all my heart. Especially in the time of an emergency. The month after she left I received a $50 check in the mail. Less than the amount it was supposed to be but, I just figured maybe that's all she could afford at the time. That was the one and only payment she ever made to me. She kept putting me off and putting me off and putting me off every time I brought it up. She kept coming up with this emergency, this house issue, this child needed to see a doctor, her husband had to go on an emergency trip for work. I didn't even buy that one, but pretended to. He worked for a pest control company. He would go out and kill bugs. And he never had to go out on business trips, but at least it was better than his previous job as a fireplace salesman. He would supposedly try to sell fireplaces. Anyway, I digress.

Years later after she was divorced from that husband, I'll call him Harry, I decided to bring up the loan because maybe she was in a better position now and could afford to start the payments that should have been made over a decade earlier. Or at least we could clear the air on it even if I never saw the money again. So, I brought it up and I was flabbergasted at what she said. She told me that she didn't owe me the money. She said her ex-husband, Harry, owed me the money. That it was between him and me and had nothing to do with her. Her blatant lie was shocking. She said that since I had made the arrangements with him, he's the one that owes me the money. I pointed out to her that that's not the case. I never once spoke to him about the loan. I spoke to HER, my sister, and only her. I told her that she can't just shrug it off and say it's her husband that owes the money when the deal was made between the two sisters and I never once spoke to Harry about it. I had hoped I heard a little embarrassment, and yes shame and her voice, but I Heard a lot more anger. She was actually angry that I brought up the loan of thousands of dollars that she owed me. She didn't apologize that she never paid me back. And frankly she never even apologize that her husband didn't pay me back. If he owed me the money why wasn't she at least saying I'm so sorry he didn't pay you back? What she did say was that that's the way it was and I could either like it or lump it.

Ask my usual I just sucked it up and forgave her in my heart and and moved on. But the betrayal was pretty heavy. Not the fact that she owed me the money, but the fact that she betrayed me. She came to me and asked for the loan. And with love and caring and without hesitation I said yes. I didn't ask for collateral because I thought her word was her bond. But like in so many other cases in my family their word is not their bond. Their word is always their lie.

So she got a free trip to Hawaii with her baby, a free place to stay with me, she got to get caught up with all the family, she was the prodigal daughter, she was the big cheese at the moment, and she never had any intention of paying me back. I think her intent is what really hurts. Because she asked for that long and she knew she was never going to even try to pay me back. And that right there shows a lot of exactly who Dino is. She is a user. She is a narcissist. She's very selfish. She used to talk about how poor she was but you know what She always had a pack of cigarettes next to her and no clothes and makeup. She was always talking about how she cooked lobster for dinner or how they had steaks for dinner. But in hindsight I realized she was probably on food stamps. Riding the system just like our other sisters.

Turned Couch Cushion.

Yes. I found it. Piss on my white couch and you turned over the cushion. Didn't even tell me so that I could clean it. That was TRASH behavior. And I didn't even say anything to you about it. Nothing ! For a long time I blamed it on my pets. It smelled so bad because I couldn't clean it immediately, that I had to replace the whole sofa! And I didn't ask you for a dime! Or an apology. Yet you had the gaull to yell at ME for not sending you money to put YOU through college!!!! Trash 🗑️. Pure Evil Trash!!!

Restraining Order

When Dino was separated from her husband she called me up in a total panic. She said that her husband had beaten her up and threatened her life and the lives of her children. She had not reported him to the police yet, but planned to. She said in order to report him for assault she needed to get a restraining order out on him. She was crying and said she couldn’t afford the $200.00 for the restraining order. She asked me if I would loan her the money for the restraining order, and without hesitation I assured a crying Dino that of course I would.

She knew I wasn't made of money. She knew that $100 here, $500 there, $200 here, all for her “Emergencies,” all in the same month, and mont after month, was a lot of money for me to come up with. As usual, like the other times, she assured me that it would be a loan and she would pay me back as soon as possible.

Not only did I send her money for the restraining order, but I sent her an extra because she had been telling me how bad things were financially. I never again heard about the restraining order. She never told me if she pressed charges against her husband. She never told me that she got the restraining order. Nothing. And she never paid me back the money I “loaned” her.

You'll never guess what!!! Come-on!!! Guess!!!! You can do it!!! Well, let me tell you….

I found out long after she asked me to pay for the restraining order that restraining orders in her county cost NOTHING! Zero, Zilch, Nada. Restraining orders cost nothing. She deliberately and intentionally conned me out of money. She literally stole money from me. And she did it with a lie on her lips and a smile on her face. That was EVIL! Only a trashy, low-rent POS con-woman would do that to a sister that had been nothing but generous and caring to her and to her children. I have never said anything to her about finding this out because I didn't discover the fraud until after she and I were well and solidly estranged. But I know now... And I will never forget. I know that she put on the fake panic act on about how her life was in danger and she couldn't afford a restraining order. She cried crocodile tears and used her kid’s safety to get money she didn’t deserve, from a sister that didn’t deserve to be swindled. Let's face it, she recognized a chump when she saw one. And she saw one in me. And I was stupid enough to believe her, a low-rent liar, again.

Restraining Order

You'll never guess what!!! Come-on!!! Guess!!!! You can do it!!! Well, let me tell you….

Cash in the Mail

During Dino's separation and divorce she told me she had custody of the three kids and was left financially devastated by her husband, the drug addict. She gave me story after story about how poor they were and how hungry and destitute they were. How she couldn't pay their rent, etc. What she didn't tell me was what my mother ended up telling me years later is… that Dino was on government subsidized section 8 housing, and she and the kids were on full Welfare benefits. Full food stamps. Full health care. But somehow this information never came my way from Dino’s lips….Only the stuff about how poor and destitute they were and how they needed MY money. She would cry and say that I was the only one she had to turn to.

So, I started sending Dino cash. Well... Let me back up a bit. She asked for a loan to help pay the rent and help with school clothes for the kids. Without thinking, I sent her a check in the mail. I loved her and cared about her and wanted to help. And I thought if I were in her position and turned to her for help, I KNEW she would help me the way I was helping her. (This was later to be proven soooooo wrong, as there came a time when I JUST needed a shoulder to cry on and I turned to her for help, only to be ghosted.) Keep in mind this was long before email, text messaging, Venmo and Google Pay.

I hoped that she would use some of the money that I sent her to call me and let me know that she received the check, but she didn’t. So, I called Dino. Instead of getting a “thank you,” she yelled at me and cussed me out. Yes, she cussed at me. She was in high dudgeon because I sent a PAPER CHECK!!! OMG!!!!! How dare I send PAPER CHECK!!!!!! I didn’t understand the anger. She told me that she needed cash because she didn’t want her husband to find out she was getting money from me because he would try to take it for drugs. She screamed at me and called me useless. She said I couldn’t even be counted on to send money right. She called me all kinds of names and told me she didn’t realize how stupid I was. So, because I was so mean to send her that check, which she cashed in her checking account, by the way, I somehow became the bad sister. Not a “thank you.” Not a “you didn't have to.” Not a “thank you for thinking about my kids.” I was yelled at and cursed at. And not gently either. I told her she needed to calm down or I would hang up. She then jumped onto the “poor me train” and rode it for miles! Stupidly, I hopped on with her, believing every word she said. Only cash. Only cash through the mail is acceptable.

(Years later, our mother informed me that the truth was that she didn’t want the money in check form because the Welfare System monitors her bank account and the loaned money would be deducted from her Welfare benefits or even make her ineligible. Dino couldn’t tell me about that, because the was keeping from me that she was collecting welfare and really didn’t need my help. But no matter what, she could always afford them smokes.)

So, like a good loving sister and Aunt (AKA: CHUMP!) I started sending her a freaking income of cash through the mail. She kept from me that she was getting full welfare benefits, crying that she couldn't afford to pay her rent or buy her children food (LIE,) but you know what she could afford??? She could afford cigs! She could afford cigarettes not only for herself, but for her teenage children (according to mom.) But every month I'm sending her numerous envelopes, doing stupid things like hiding it in tin foil because I heard that people have a hard time seeing through tin foil and kind of as a security precaution and every month no matter how many times I sent that woman cash I never got to thank you…not one. But I kept sending money. I loved her and cared about her. I thought maybe she was too embarrassed to thank me, but I'll tell you what. I have had low lows in my life, and I have never forgotten to thank somebody when they reached out and helped me.

During our phone calls she kept feeding me horror stories about how abusive her husband was. She told me that he came over and beat her up one day and that she was black and blue all over her body.

She said that she was going to turn him into the police and her kids took pictures of her all bruised. I suggested that she send me a batch of pictures because if he ever broke into her house, which she said he kept doing, and stole the pictures he wouldn't know that I had a full copy of them, thousands of miles away. She declined the offer. Starting to backtrack about whether she was going to turn him in or not, which I totally understand. I was an abused wife myself. Unfortunately, I married two very abusive men in my lifetime. I didn't push her on it. But what I did do was send her more money and more often. I was afraid for her life.

I lived in Hawaii. She lived in North Carolina. She told me tale after tale about how her life was in danger and the lives of her children, too, and I believed her. I didn’t know that I shouldn’t believe her. Having been in an abusive situation to the point where one of my husband's actually put me in a coma in the hospital so I was a perfect candidate to be manipulated by a con-artist.

Our parents lived in Las Vegas. Dino said if she and the children had to run for their lives, she would gladly run to Las Vegas with her children to be with our parents. I looked into the cost of four airline tickets from North Carolina to Las Vegas if they were purchased at the last minute. It was an amazingly astronomical amount for four plane tickets.

The amount for those plane tickets was beyond my budget at that time, especially since I knew that that money would never be paid back, and I was still sending her cash every month through the mail. Plus, all the money I was sending her, or spending on her, I was literally taking that money from my own family of four. In fact, it was a family of five because at that point I was raising a teenage nephew of mine who had been abandoned by my other sister. And with the cash I was sending her every month, the massive bills for the long-distance phone calls I always paid for, and the little favors that she would ask of me, I now had to figure out a way to, if they had to run for their lives, pay for four plane tickets from North Carolina to Las Vegas.

I was also feeling bad at this point because I was feeling like I couldn't fully trust her. She would tell me one thing during one phone call and the story would totally change in the next phone call. She would tell me that she received money that I sent her and then accuse me of not sending money and that I needed to send it or they were going to starve. Please note, there was nobody else in our entire family that was helping her out at this time. Or at any other time. Our family rarely called her, certainly didn't go visit her, didn't send her money, didn't worry about the kids, nothing. I-was-it. I was all she had. And I took that as a responsibility. Unfortunately, I was raised to be the responsible daughter. It was a nightmare, growing up the fourth, and only responsible daughter of a narcissist. All three of my sisters, all older than me, grew up to be irresponsible leeches off the generosity of the US Governments of Welfare System.

Something niggling inside me said it would be a bad idea to send her the cash for the airplane tickets for her to have on hand if needed. So, I set aside the astronomical amount for the plane/bus tickets and told her that I have set the money aside. If they need to run for their lives all she had to do was make one phone call to me and I would call the airlines or bus terminal, whichever would make her feel safer, and I would purchase the tickets immediately. She was not happy about that. She yelled at me. She said that she should have the money because if they were running away, they would need it immediately. I told her that I was worried that if she had the money that her husband might find a way to get a hold of it. That it was better to stay with me because then she would absolutely know 100% that the money is available to her for four airline tickets when she truly needs them. After a while she calmed down and stopped yelling at me. I did put the money aside and yeah it was a hardship for my family. We still had to live. We still had to pay for things. And I was still sending her cash in the mail. I was still paying for every phone call. I was still helping her out whenever she called and said that somebody in the household needed something. One time she said that her kids didn't have shampoo. And I went out and bought shampoo and mailed bottles of shampoo from Hawaii to North Carolina. The cost of mailing the shampoo was more than the shampoo cost itself. I did all kinds of little things like that for her and the kids. And not once received a thank you. But I just kept doing it because I wasn't in it for a Thank You, but it still would have been nice to get one.

So, jumping ahead a few years, same scenario over and over throughout those years. Her telling me how much danger they were in. Her telling me their lives were at stake. Telling me about how her husband broke in once and he was in the bathroom and there was blood all over the walls and everything because he had hit an artery when he tried to shoot up. She told me he would break in the house and steal things. Now keep in mind my mother would call her once in awhile and the story I was getting from my mother was nothing like the story I was getting from Dino. I don't know who Dino was telling the truth to, me or my mom. But according to my mom, Dino was telling her that everything was fine. Her husband was such a drug addict that he just sort of moved on looking for more drugs and left the family behind without a second thought. But what Dina was telling me was that he was this evil person who would show up with knives at her door. In hindsight I do wonder if what she was telling me was bullshit in order to manipulate me into sending her money. That's how I feel now. In hindsight, she absolutely was manipulating me for money.

But I digress.

So, a few years went by and she finally got her divorce. She seemed happy. There was the whole dating the 19-year-old military “assassin thing,” and you can read about that further down in this blog.

She seemed to be on her feet. She yelled at me less on the phone calls and seemed to be in better moods. During one phone call she was super excited and she told me that she needed the money that I had set aside for her. I asked her, panicking, is your husband back around? What has he been doing to you? And she cheerfully said no. He's long gone. But she said she needed the money because she was going to college. She wanted the money to buy books and help pay her tuition. I was FLOORED!! Absolutely flabbergasted!! This was money that I had put away for her possible emergency, not for her education. Money to save her life and her children's lives. It was not put away as a savings account for her. It was a real hardship for me to come up with the amount of four airplane tickets practically across the United States, but I did it because it was an emergency. Lives were at stake. It was a hardship for me and my family. And now she nonchalantly expects me, and that's what it was... Expectation... I was expected to give it to her without question... She expected me to hand the money over. Now normally I would have handed it over. Because I can be a bit of a doormat. Especially when it came to my family. But I sat there listening to how she was going to use my money to upgrade her life. Without ever having thought of being grateful for the fact that that money was there in her darkest hour. That I had been there for her in her darkest hour. Now everything was hunky-dory and I was just supposed to, without question, hand it over to her for college. I myself had two kids heading to college! But I'm supposed to now put her through college???? She didn't ask for the money to go towards college. Understand, there was NO asking if the money can go elsewhere. It was taken for granted that the money was hers to do with as she pleased. As if it were a savings account that she could dip into anytime. She had no concern about the impact on my family, never did. She was just convinced that the money, MY MONEY, was going to go where SHE wanted it to go. The ENTITLEMENT was unreal!!! The arrogance was beyond that pale!!!! Well, this time I stood up for myself. I told her as gently as I could that the money had been put aside to save their lives if they had to run. But if that threat is over, the money needs to go back into my family’s coffers. That the money wasn't a savings account to be tapped for any reason that comes up. And I pointed out that it had been a hardship for me to set that large amount of money aside. That I had taken a lot of grief from my own husband when I did it. But it was my money and I put my money aside for my sister. To save her life!!!! Well, Dino didn't take that well. She was silent for a while, but then she started cussing me out. Yelling at me. Calling me every name in the book. Telling me what a bad sister I was. Telling me that I never understood what it's like to be poor. That I just don’t want her to get ahead in life. That because I didn’t care about her and the kids I don’t want her to get an education. She even accused me of being jealous. She said I was jealous that she was thin and looked 20 years old, while I was fat and no many would have me.

I hung up on her.

Of the two of us, it was more than obvious that she didn’t care about me and my family. She had been stringing me along for all these years, just so that she could tap into her gullible and caring sisters money. Even if she asked for the money for college, she should have accepted No as the answer, and tried to find a different way. Instead, she did what she usually did….she abused me. Verbally and Emotionally. Only this time I didn’t lay down and take it. And she hated that!

Sunday Newspaper

When I still lived in Hawaii Dino asked me to mail her the housing section of the Sunday Honolulu newspaper. She wanted to see what house prices because she and her husband were considering moving back to Hawaii again.

They lived in Hawaii for a very short time in the '80s. But they couldn't make ends meet so they left and went to North Carolina.

Well, I didn't want to bother going through the entire Sunday newspaper which was massive. I'm not kidding when I say massive. So I thought I just send her the whole thing because then maybe she'd enjoy looking at the food pages, community pages, local stories and the picture. I really didn't give it much to thought, I just went out of my way to buy her a newspaper (we didn’t subscribe) and I placed it in a box and mailed it to her. I never asked her to pay for it or the shipping cost.

Next time we talked on the phone I asked her if she received the newspaper and asking her that set her off like a firecracker. She said that all she asked for was the f-ing housing supplement and by sending her the whole newspaper I was hinting to her that I thought she should get a job!

~ ????? HUH ????? ~

Make it make sense!!!

I was dumbfounded! How the heck did my sending her the whole newspaper, which cost me $10.00 to purchase and another $15 to mail!... how was that my hinting to her that she needed to get a job???!!! There was nothing that I didn't get blamed for when it came to this bitch! Our mother said she was addicted to drugs and that is where the strange paranoia and accusations came from. I not only did everything for her, but I did more than she asked. I was the only one in the family that helped her out. I was the only one in her life that helped her out. But I couldn't do anything right. And she wasn't even decent enough to say a proper thank you. I was her whipping-boy and I was stupid enough to let myself be, until I'd had enough.

Clowns to the Left of me, Sycophants to Right!!!

When I was a young mother and wife, with a husband and two little kids, I was living in Hawaii. My parents lived in Las Vegas. They decided to get in their travel trailer and go visit my two older sisters, Dino and Lot Lizard. This is a very long story, so I won’t go into detail, but I will in the book. My parents went to visit Lot Lizard first. They were disgusted by my sister’s lifestyle and her treatment of her children. She was selling the kids food stamps for fifty cents on the dollar, and use the money for drugs, booze and cigarettes. She would send the kids to neighbors and their schoolmates’ houses with a story of being hungry due to there not being enough money at home to buy food. Lot Lizard tried to get her two teenage daughters to take baseball bats to the head of a woman that Lot Lizard didn’t like. There was obvious neglect and heavy drug use going on. My mother called me and begged me to take in the youngest, my nephew, who was 13 years old and going into the 6^th grade for the third time. Mom explained that it was dangerous to be around the Lot Lizard, and both my parents were afraid for their lives, and the lives of the children. I told my mother that I would take him in, but only under certain stipulations. I specifically asked my mother if Lot Lizard had custody of my nephew. She said yes, Lot Lizard has full custody of all the children. I stressed to her that it was imperative that she get full custody of the child for me, so that we could get him into school, get him health care, and so much more. Not to mention so that I was protected if my sister or her ex decided to accuse me of kidnapping the child. Mom promised to get all the necessary documents to me right away. Days went by and my mother hadn’t done anything. I soon discovered that Lot Lizard didn’t have custody of the kids. Her ex-husband had full custody of them, but he didn’t care two figs about them so he was happy to give them to Lot Lizard so she could exploit them collecting money from the government. I found that Lot Lizard’s ex lived just a 45-minute drive from where the Lot Lizard lived. And that meant 45 minutes from where my parents were at that time. I explained to my mother that I would still need her to get me all the proper documentation so that I could get custody of my nephew and get all the necessary care for him. She absolutely agreed and said they would go to Tyler Texas and get all the documentation from the father. I called her the next day, and she had decided she couldn’t go to get the documents because she and my dad can’t go “all the way to Mexico” go get it. I asked her why is she saying Mexico? He’s in Tyler, less than an hour away. She said since he’s Mexican, he’s probably in Mexico. WHAT???? I said No. He’s American, born and raised, and he lives in Tyler…Here’s his address…again!!!! She just got stuck on stupid. No…That is giving her credit for being stupid. She just didn’t want to keep her word to me. She didn’t want to go to Tyler, less than an hour away. She wanted to send the child to me but didn’t want to do anything that would protect me and my family. She didn’t care about keeping her word. I asked her if she heard that he moved to Mexico. She said no. But he’s Mexican. So, he has to be in Mexico. After a lot of back and forth, she promised to go to Tyler and get the documentation she could.

My mother called and said she got the documentation and needed me to buy the plane ticket for my nephew. I did. When my nephew showed up, the only paperwork she had supplied was a handwritten note from the Lot Lizard saying I had her permission to house, clothe and feed him temporarily. BOOM! That was it. Nothing legal or binding. She never went to Tyler, Tx, to find the father. I was LIVID!!! One broken ankle, one trip and fall would bankrupt my family, and my mother didn’t give a sit! One accusation by the Lot Lizard that I kidnapped him would bankrupt my family. She didn’t give a sit.

After leaving Texas they drove their travel trailer to North Carolina to be with Dino and her children. She wasn’t taking my phone calls when she got to Dino’s house. She was avoiding me.

Keep in mind, Dino knew EXACTLY what was going on because over the weeks before my nephew came to live with us. I would call her and vent to her about our mother being unreasonable. I told Dino about how mom could have driven an hour away to Tyler and gotten the documents I might need. How mom kept saying she couldn’t go to Mexico! Mexico, Mexico, Mexico!!! NO ONE was asking her to go to God-Damn-Mexico!!!! And Dino lived in Texas for a long time, and she knew for a fact that Tyler, Texas was nowhere near Mexico!!! Dino had agreed that it was typical mom behavior to believe that as long as she pretended that I was issuing orders and making unreasonable demands of her, that included traveling to another country, mom can play the martyr and get what she wanted in the end!! So, Dino knew all about this Mexico BS, and she said that it was standard mom games to play stupid to get her way. To lie and manipulate. To pretend she thought I was saying Mexico, when I was saying Tyler, Texas!

Mom could have taken in her grandson, but she wanted me to. But like the dependable and reliable daughter that I was (AKA: CHUMP!) I agreed but she agreed to do some legwork to help me make it happen. To make sure it wasn’t a hardship on me and my family. She was the only one that could do that…but instead, she lied and manipulated me.

Finally, at one point, when I called Dino’s I asked for my Dad instead of my mom. After some pleasantries I asked dad to put mom on the phone. He did. Mom started her MEXICO BS again! I tried and tried. I heard Dino in the background telling my mom to let her (Dino) talk to me. Finally, mom said she was going to put Dino on the phone to talk to me about it.

Dino got on the phone and I was disgusted by her. She decided to brown nose our mother, rather than show integrity and intelligence. Dino copped this very condescending voice and attitude. What she said next infuriated me. It changed my whole picture of what I thought of her. It was truly an eye opener for me. (But I still remailed he CHUMP for the next few years.) Dino said that I needed to understand that Dino was the “voice of reason.” Dino told me that there is no way mom and dad can go to Mexico to find my nephew’s father and I was being unreasonable demanding they do. WHAT?! She was doing the same thing mom was doing. She knew I never expected our parents to go to Mexico. NEVER. She knew Tyler, Texas is less than an hour from the Lot Lizards house. Yet she was saying I demanded they go to Mexico.

Dino nose couldn’t be further up our mother’s azz! Dino was a total sell out! She was so desperate for mom’s approval that she was willing to lie, play along with mom’s BS, and throw me under the bus. I was furious with Dino. She is a person with no integrity. No Morals. No loyalty. And No Ethics. She was so pathetic in her need to get mom’s attention, she was willing to lie and manipulate. As I’ve learned over the years, Dino has a very precarious relationship with the truth, and she is Very Toxic. She has a “tell” when it comes to lying. You can tell she’s lying if her lips are moving. I confronted her with her BS, that’s when she started yelling at me. Accusing me of trying to get mom and dad to go to Mexico and they just can’t do that!! I was trapped in a idiot filled Twilight Zone!!!! I know Dino was acting this way for the benefit of those in the room with her, listening to her side of the phone conversation. This went on for quite some time. Dino’s nose was so far up our mom’s azz that she needed a map to find her way out again! It was disgusting. I had had enough. I ended the call by trying to calm things down. I always had to be the unifier. The responsible one. So they all were happy in their lies. They had all worked it so that I was the bad guy and they were sacrificing so much in doing absolutely nothing to help me rescue my nephew from a disgusting existence, and towards a hopefully good future. They were now able to sit around and lie and gripe about me, while I was placed with the responsibility of their grandson and nephew. Mom couldn’t even be bothered to drive to the next town in Texas, and Dino was happy to be mom’s sycophant and make mom the martyr. She betrayed me. And she did it with a smile on her face.

It took a couple of years, but I put my nose to the grindstone and ended up getting guardianship of my nephew. No thanks to my lying, manipulative mother and my lying, pathetic, sycophantic sister, Dino.

Biological Father's Death Certificate

Dino didn't know anything about her biological father. I was into genealogy, so I thought I'd help her out. My mother always said that Dino's father died of alcoholism. She said she knew that because she hade seen his death certificate, and alcoholism was written all over it. We all believed her. None of us ever thought about the fact that she was his ex-wife and she was not entitled to a copy of his death certificate.

Well, as his biological daughter, Dino was entitled to his death certificate. I sent the application for the death certificate to Dino to sign, and she did, and sent it back. When I received a copy of his death certificate I found out that it was not alcoholism that killed him. A heart attack did. Nowhere on his death certificate did it mention alcoholism. It was just another one of my mother's lies in order to fit her narrative.

So, I sent Dino the copy of his death certificate and pointed out in my letter how there was no alcoholism involved. Never got a thank you from her or anything. I didn’t do it for the thank you, but a thank you would have been nice just the same.

Not long after that I decided to see if I could find her biological Aunts and Uncles, because she was very curious about that side of the family. And I was the first one in the family to have a computer and the internet and who knew what the heck I was doing.

To make a long story short I was pretty sure I found one of the Uncle's emails, so I emailed him and explained who I was, etc. They were so excited to hear from me. Not only did that Uncle email me but his wife emailed me, another Uncle emailed me. They were all just thrilled and they couldn't wait to meet Dino.

A couple of years later one of the Uncles and his wife were on vacation on the East Coast and decided to make a special trip to visit Dino. They met Dino at a restraint for dinner and I had high hopes for it going well. I was very excited and very happy for all of them. Unfortunately, Dino was not on her best behavior. Instead of showing up with a good attitude, she was actually quite sulky and abusive to this elderly couple. I got an email from the wife of the Uncle and she explained everything as she saw it. Dino accuse them of thinking that she was a lumberjack who just smoked cigarettes for a living. Whatever the heck that meant. She said that from minute one she seemed to have a resentment and they didn't understand why. They had been so excited to see her but she acted like it was a burden and annoyance to meet up with them. So, they cut it short, paid for everyone’s meal, gave Dino goodbye hugs and left.

Then I spoke with Dino. Dino said that she had copped an attitude because she felt that her Uncle's wife was looking down on her. Dino said that the lady didn't say anything that made her feel that way. Dino just “felt” it in the air. I told her that was a shame, maybe next time if you guys get together things will be better. Dino said she'd never get together with them again as long as she lived.

I have a feeling Dino probably did show up looking like a lumberjack just down from the mountain, and probably chain-smoked the whole time. She probably blew smoke at the Aunt/wife as a way to get back at her. I don’t think Dino understood how badly smoker’s stink. Not only the stench but smokers have a yellow tint to their teeth and entire bodies. Dear Reader, I don't care if you're a smoker and you get triggered at what I just said. It's just a fact. My mother was the most persnickety person on the face of the Earth every hair had to be in place, lipstick on all the time. She had to have perfect grammar. The house had to be spotless… period. But she didn't care if she had yellow teeth and brownish rings in her nostrils from cigarette smoke. She didn't care if she had bad body stench because of cigarette smoke. She didn't care that her house smelled like an ashtray because of cigarette smoke. And that's the way smokers are. Maybe if I hadn't learned the type of person that Dino truly is, I would give her the benefit of the doubt during that dinner. Except that she did admit to coming to the dinner with a preconceived bad attitude, and I did find out what type of person she is. Just the fact that she boasted that she was the one with the bad attitude at the dinner was pretty much all I need to give credit to the people that were saying the problem was that she was giving attitude at the dinner. Hello!? It's only logic.

Off The Rails

Dino and I would talk quite a bit over the phone. This was back in the day of corded phones and calling after 9pm for a cheaper rate. Unfortunately, I couldn't take advantage of the cheaper rate due to the different time zones we lived in....so I always had to pay the premium rate when calling long distance from Hawaii to North Carolina..Of course, I was the only one that paid for the phone calls. And honestly, I understood. Her husband was a POS heavy drug addict who spent his paychecks on the latest drug. And she had 3 children and was trying to make ends meet. I didn't know at the time that she, too, was quite heavy into illegal drugs. Our mom said Dino made excuses for her drug addiction by calling it "Self-Medicating" due to past trauma.

I raise the Bull Shit flag right here, because I have been through more trauma, as both a child and adult, than all of my sisters combined have, and I never turned to drugs, drinking or cigarettes to "self-medicate" my trauma!

Don't get me wrong, I knew that at a point during her marriage she was taking very serious drugs. I know this because she, herself, told me. She said her husband "forced" her to do it, and the trusting sister inside me believed her...back then.

So, during her separation and divorce I called her every couple of weeks, and we would speak for hours, because she said I was the only shoulder she had to cry on. And I wanted to be there for my sister, because I loved her and cared about her. Honestly, they were very one-sided phone calls. It was all about her, and never one question from her about how my family and I were doing. I spent hours listening to her rant and rave about what a victim she was. A victim of our parents, her estranged husband, her in-laws, her recalcitrant children, a victim of her husband’s lawyer, a victim of society….and on and on. And of course, how she was victimized by ME! In hindsight, I should have put a stop to her treatment of me from word one, but instead I always made excuses for her ill treatment of me…she is going through so much…she is depressed…she doesn’t realize how much her treatment of me hurts my soul. Hours of her reeling on the phone in ugly, foul mouthed tangents of victimhood, and I would just listen. And they were expensive phone calls too. One of them cost over $500 right after her divorce because she spent, literally, hours crying on the phone to me and I just felt like I needed to give her that long distance shoulder to cry on. I never told her how much those phone calls cost because if I had she would have gotten mad at me and told me why didn't I just send her the money instead of wasting it on a phone call?

So right after her divorce let's just say she went off the rails. And I totally understood because her husband made her feel ugly and stupid and unwanted. Her husband has spent years making her feel like she was less than every other woman in the entire world. Her husband had manipulated her into thinking that she was Lucky to have him because he was the only man in the world that would even look twice at her. The typical abuser manipulation. I know that manipulation because I had that with both of my husbands. But I handled it different after the divorce. Unfortunately Dino didn't have the maturity to assess her situation and handle it with integrity.

She lost a little weight, started wear makeup again, started feeling good about herself and, how do I say this delicately, she got herself a lot of intimate boyfriends. She would come intimate even on the first date. And I totally recognized it as a problem with self-worth due to years of being manipulated and convinced that you were an ugly piece of shit. But I did try to talk to her about it, and she would always get angry and I would change the subject.

She told me about how all these men told her she looks like she's 14 years old girl (giggle-giggle.) I told her that it sounded like a line to me but certainly she should take it as a compliment but just understand that it could be them wanting to get into her pants. She vehemently disagreed with me. She said she did look 14 and that I just didn't understand. And again, I would just change the subject to something a little more palatable for her.

It was very much like she was the youngest in the family, and I was the oldest daughter. When in fact it's the other way around.

In Love with a 19 yr old "Military Assassin"....Um, Ok.

Then came the 19-year-old Military Assassin ( 🎶 dun-dun-dun!)

He was the best part of her world, she said!!! He was the love of her life!!!

When she was about 40, she told me about her new boyfriend. She was absolutely giddy about him. Giggling, talking about his "physical attributes" and dreaming of her future with him. She said that he was 19 years old and in the Army. She told me she was head over heels in love with him, and that he was the perfect man for her. I didn't argue with her. Maybe he was the perfect man for her.... I hoped so. I hoped there was a perfect man out there for her. I worried about her though, because I loved her. Then she started to tell me about him. And I got worried.

First, she said she, Dino, wasn't allowed to go to his apartment because for some reason his landlord didn't allow women at his apartment. I told her that it seemed illogical. If someone's renting an apartment, they should be allowed to bring anybody they want to that apartment. But she bought it, hook, line and sinker. For her, when it came to this guy, logic and common sense went out the window. I think she wanted to believe him, even though she knew he was lying. I think he said all the right words to her, and convinced a middle-aged woman, with low self-esteem, that she was young and desirable. He thought she looked 12!!! (giggle-giggle)…and through her low self-esteem she made herself available to him... intimately, emotionally and financially.

When I found out she was giving money to this grown man, this military soldier, with a full-time job I was absolutely flabbergasted at her STUPIDITY. Yes, Stupidity! Not only that...but I was sending her CASH, at her request, because she was poor, being screwed over by her husband and her child were starving. (But she could always afford cigarettes, that's a fact!)

I tried to be understanding, and ask why a single mother was given a grown man who had a full-time job any money. She was very vague and just kept saying he needed it.

Finally, I told her that she must not need the money I was sending if she's able to give away money to a perfectly employed man. That pissed her off thoroughly. She started yelling at me as if I were the bad guy. I just didn't understand, she said. She cried and said that she loved him, and she needed to be there for him. I changed the subject. Fighting with her was literally like fighting with a 12-year-old. This 40-year-old woman didn’t look like she was 12, but she sure as hell acted like she was! The woman had no common sense whatsoever. There's a reason my mother used to say that Dino was book smart but didn't have a lick of common sense in her head.

Then she found out that he was having his ex-girlfriend and other women come to his apartment and stay overnight ”as friends.” She was devastated. She wasn’t allowed at his apartment, but other women were?

When she asked him about it, he changed his story and said that his landlord didn't like Dino....only Dino.

She asked him why. He came up with the story on the fly, telling her that the landlord doesn't allow Dino at the apartment, because the landlord had heard “bad things” about Dino and he doesn’t want illegal things happening at his rental. This confused Dino because the landlord didn't know her from Adam, and she didn't know him. But for some reason he doesn't like her, to the point where he doesn't allow her to visit her 19-year-old boyfriend's apartment?

When she told me this excuse, I told her again that really sounds like a red flag... sounds like BS to me. Why would the landlord not like somebody he's never met and disallow them from coming to the house? It's not like the landlord was a roommate of her boyfriends. Dino decided that she wanted to believe him. That SHE was the problem, not his lies. I pointed out to her that the boyfriend is making it out that she is the problem... That she's the reason that she's not allowed at his house. And that just sounds like BS to me. It sounds like he's living with a wife or girlfriend and keeping Dino as a side chick. Dino became quite offended at that. She said that I didn't know him like she did and he's wonderful... he's her “Mr. Right!” She was very angry at me, but not even a little angry at her boyfriend for not having her back. She desperately wanted to believe him and desperately didn’t want to listen to what I was saying, so I let it go.

Then she told me that her boyfriend was an Assassin for the US Army!!! (Rolling my eyes to the back of my head!)

She said that he and his company were sent to Middle Eastern countries to assassinate high-powered politicians and individuals. I told her that if he was part of Special Forces or covert operations, he wouldn’t be telling anyone about it. She didn’t want to hear that. She said that I just didn’t want to understand. That he only told her because he loves and trusts her. (Rolling my eyes.) I looked into it at the time and an E4 in the Army with only one year under his belt could not be part of Special Forces or Covert Ops. They could train for the positions but at the point where he was, he would not be in the position where they were sent anywhere for Covert Operations. He would still be going through physical training, and he would also have to do educational classes and that would take years. Plus, he would have to qualify and that also takes time after all the training and education. Anyway, she wouldn't listen to me. My father and both of my husbands were in the military, so I had a pretty good idea that this guy was lying to her about his Military Occupational Specialty (MOS.) But she didn't want to listen.

She then told me that she found out her boyfriend had his ex-girlfriend living with him. I asked her if she was going to dump him and she said no because he explained that he had to let her move in because she raped him. HUH????!!! What???!!! He said that an ex-girlfriend had snuck into his house one night and raped him. Literally raped him. He was forced to have sex with her, and because of that he felt obligated to let her move in. What???!!! He let his rapist move in with him??? Seriously ???? I could not get her to make that make sense. Why didn't he press charges? Why would anybody let their rapist move in with them? I told Dino that was such a huge red flag, NO! It was Bull Shit!!!...100% Bull Shit and she needed to open her eyes. She got angry and started yelling at me. Calling me names and berating me. I spent 20 minutes more on a phone call that I was paying for, with her screeching at me from the other end of the phone call about how stupid I was not to believe what was obviously a lie.

During another phone call, came the Coup De Gras!

It was summer and she'd been talking to me for a while about going to Myrtle Beach with her boyfriend and how much fun she's going to have! Wheeeeeee!

Well, in the end, that didn't happen. No Beach…Myrtle or otherwise. She was so disappointed that she wasn't able to go to the beach with her boyfriend because he told her that as an Army Assassin, he and his other Army Assassin buddies had to go to a Super Top Secret Army Assassin's beach, that was only for military members who held Top Secret and higher security clearances!!!! Wow!!!! Amazing!!!! Who knew???? (Rolling my eyes!!!!) No girlfriends, no wives, no mothers, no daughters, no women at all were allowed at this Super Top Secret Army Assassin's beach. It was a beach specifically for Super Top Secret Assassins to go to, and get super-secret suntans so that when they go on Super Top-Secret Missions to the Middle East, they are well tanned and become indistinguishable from Middle Eastern men.

What!?!

I tried to be sensitive. I know her husband broke her, in so many ways. I really didn’t go into detail as to what I was really thinking. I was trying to get her to see the manipulation she was being subjected to by this man, but trying to save her dignity at the same time.

I questioned her… so there's a Super Top Secret Assassin’s beach somewhere in North Carolina? "Oh! Absolutely!" she said angrily. I think she realized how stupid it sounded repeated out loud.

I asked her so they're supposed to get “Middle Eastern” tans? Ok...but I still don't understand why you're not allowed to go. It's a beach. And why do they have to go to this Super Top Secret Assassins Beach to get a tan? Why didn't he just not go to the Super Top-Secret Assassin’s beach, and take you to a not so Super Top-Secret Assassin beach, that way he gets a tan and he gets to spend time with you?

She said she didn't know, except that they're all supposed to go together as part of protocol. At that point she Dino accused me of being both stupid and jealous. She said that because I was fat, I am jealous because she is skinny and looks like a 14-year-old. She said I was jealous because her boyfriend had a better MOS in the military than my husband. She said that just because I was sending her money, didn’t mean I owned her. She wasn’t obligated to me or to live the way I wanted her to.

I was done being gentle with her. There was no one in her life being truthful with her and she was falling for ever male scheme thrown at her. She had one-night-stand after one-night-stand. And this was still a time when HIV was devastating our country. She was obviously sleeping with someone who was sleeping with multitudes of other people at the same time. It is not only immature, but dangerous.

I pointed out that it was probably the case that this 19-year-old doesn't want to bring a wrinkly 40-year-old woman, whose given birth to 4 babies and has the stretch marks to prove it, who smokes like a truck driver and cusses like a sailor to a beach where his buddies will show up with 17 to 20-year-old "hard body" girlfriends in tow? I told her that his story about the Top-Secret beach should be enough to have her questioning his motives, but if she put the apartment story and the rape story together, they add up to him wanting noting from her but zex.

I told her he is flat out lying to her and she needs to dump him. He is spewing bullshit. I told her to use her common sense. He's 19. He's never been trained as an assassin. He doesn't have the rank for any kind of covert ops. If he were a Super Top-Secret Assassin for the US Army, the last thing he would ever tell anybody about it. And he certainly wouldn't be telling Dino about Super Top-Secret beaches the Army uses, nor would he tell you that they are on the verge of deploying to the Middle East to assassinate Heads of State.

She lit into me telling me how I just don't know... I don't understand... I'm just jealous... He's the love of her life and he wouldn't lie to her.

She then said something that gave me some insight as to why the truth upset her so much. She said, “You’re just like my in-laws…They think I’m a whore, and you think I’m a whore!” I assured her that I didn’t think she was a whore. I told her I knew what her ex-husband was like and I knew that she was going through emotional issues, and that’s why she needed to use common sense. “You think I’m a whore!” I told her that is not fair. I don’t think she’s a whore. But she lives in a very small town and if this 19-year-old is an example of the men she is choosing, her in-laws are probably hearing lies about her. And I told her if she is being promiscuous, she needs to stop! That if she doesn’t want the name, she shouldn't play the game. She shouted into the phone for me to “F” myself and hung up.

I tried many times to reach out to her, but she never answered my calls. I gave up on her and stopped sending her any money.

Waah!!!! None of you shits tried to call me?!!!!!

When my Dad was in the hospital dying, I was the only daughter that my parents called. I packed up my little family, and we drove to Texas where they happened to have stopped in their travel trailer. I was the last person my dad spoke to. Mom said he hadn't spoken for a couple days, and I leaned close to his right ear and told him that it was me and then I loved him. He answered, “I love you, too.” Which even surprised the doctors because they honestly didn't expect him to say another thing.

I was the only daughter that my parents called because they believed I would be the only one to handle the situation as an adult and not be disruptive. I was the only daughter that the two of them could count on.

My father passed away peacefully, and my mother asked me to make all the phone calls to friends and family and let them know. And I did. Unfortunately, I discovered that Dino had moved away and changed her phone number. My mother hadn't been told and I hadn't been told. I spent weeks trying to find out either a new address for her so I could mail a letter and let her know about Dad's death or find a way to get her new phone number.

I tried like hell. It broke my heart that she didn't know our dad had passed away.

I remembered that years ago one or more of her children worked at Blockbuster in the town they lived in. So, I called Blockbuster and spoke with the manager. I explained the situation but unfortunately that manager didn't know anybody from my sister's family. She asked around and nobody in the blockbuster knew them.

My mother said to call the Red Cross. I wasn't sure what good that would do but I called the Red Cross. The Red Cross lady was very kind. She said there isn't the anything they could do to find them, but she put my sister and her children on a list, so that if we found them and they needed to fly to the funeral, the Red Cross would step in and try to get them bereavement prices on airline tickets, and they would definitely be able to get them immediate seating in an airplane.

Next, I called the police department in her area. The police were just absolutely wonderful. I explained the situation and the lady on the phone was happy to check all the names of my sister and her adult children to see if any of them had renewed their driver's licenses since moving out of that old address. Unfortunately, none of the adults in that family, once they moved out, bothered to update their driver's licenses. So, all the license information the police department had was their old information.

The police also went the extra mile by sending officers to the old residence to see if anybody lived there. The police officer I spoke with said they went to all the doors and windows. There were no furnishings in the place. It was very much vacant.

I called the County Sheriff's Office and they didn't have any more information than the police department did.

I considered calling one of my sister’s ex-in-laws, but I knew that Dino had bad blood with them, and I didn't want to upset her by letting the in-laws know any part of my her life.

I called the post office in her area and they left no forwarding address.

I called a couple fast food places in the area, thinking maybe there was a possibility that one of her kids worked at one of those. But I came up empty. It literally took me weeks to do all of this. It wasn't just one phone call and done. I would have to call a place and then they'd call me back and then I'd call them back and then they'd research and then they'd call me back. Which is totally understandable in the circumstances.

Finally, a year went by. A year when I was heartsick because I wasn’t able to find her. Finding her was always in the back of my mind. In that year a great deal changed in my life. My husband, children and I moved to another state. My Oldest son started college. I got a great job at a very prestigious private University, and I was still the one and only daughter that my mother called on for help and comfort. It was a very busy and stressful year, but even with all that going on, I still kept trying to think of a way to contact Dino.

Keep in mind that we, the family, didn’t have HER phone number, but she did have OURS. She knew dad was sick, but she never once called anyone in the family to ask how he was doing. So, this whole year, when I was so heartsick, because she was in the dark about dad, it was actually a darkness of her own making.

Well, I don't know why but one day the light bulb over my head came on. I realized that my sister was a phlebotomist, or at least that's what she was going to go to college for, so maybe she's working at a local hospital. Well, there was numerous hospitals in her area. None in her small town. But in her area. I checked a map and found the four closest hospitals to her old address and figured they would be a good place to start. Then I decided instead of calling the switchboard to the hospital, I would call straight to the lab. Where else would a phlebotomist be but the lab? The fourth hospital I called, I hit the Jackpot!!! I was so happy, but at the same time I was sad. I was happy to have found my sister, but sad that it had to be under such unhappy circumstances. Dino did work there, but it was her day off. I left my name and my phone number with a lady and told her it was a family emergency and asked her to please ask Dino to call me back as soon as she could.

Dino called me back the next day. It was so great to hear her voice that I must admit I became a little choaked up. I was also very happy because I felt the yearlong burden and worry lifting off my shoulders. I had found her!!!!!! I was beyond relieved!!! I wanted to hug her…But that is difficult to do over the phone!! LOL.

Well, from the word “Hello” I could tell she was copping a bad attitude. Initially she copped a Monotone, flat-affect voice. A very disinterested demeanor. She was actually quite dismissive of me. Our mother later speculated that Dino was probably high on something during the call and in reality, couldn’t give a shit about our dad dying.

With compassion and sadness, I informed Dino that our father had passed away. Her disinterested demeanor didn’t change, even after hearing what most people would consider devastating news. Dino didn't cry. She didn't sound sad. She didn't thank me for getting ahold of her. Do you know what she said? I can still hear her voice in my head….She said in a very loud, accusatory tone, “You mean he died a year ago, and none of you shits tried to call me?! Not one of you bothered to look for me?!” I told her that I tried like the devil to find her after he died, that's why I called the hospital. I tried to list all the avenues I tried, but she wasn't listening. She started screeching at me and called me every name in the book. How dare I not call her when he died. She was his daughter too! She said I was a piece of shit for not trying to get ahold of her. She wasn’t letting me get a word in edgewise. She didn’t stay on the phone for long. When she ran out of steam from her unfair and hurtful rant against me, she said she had to go, bye.

NOT ONLY DID I LOOK FOR HER, USING EVERY AVENUE I COULD THINK OF, BUT I DID IT WHILE I WAS DEALING WITH MY OWN DEVISTATING GRIEF AND DEEP SORROW!!! I looked for her and her kids when no one else in the family would.

I did not get the chance to tell her about the police department, the sheriff's department, the Red Cross, Blockbuster, the fast-food places, and all the others places I called to try to track her down. Somehow even tracking her down made me the bad guy... Again.

The fact was none of our family tried to find her. They couldn’t be bothered. My mother didn't even want Dino to be at my dad's death bed. My mother didn't want to bother tracking her down to let her know he died. That's something that I did for Dino, not for anyone else. I didn't have to do it. I literally went out of my way to try to find her, when she's the one who couldn't even be bothered to let somebody in the family know her new address, and her new phone number. She knew our father was sick. She knew our father had cancer…terminal cancer, at that. And yet she moved, she changed her phone number, and she never bothered to tell anybody so that when the time came, she absolutely would have been the first one on my list to call about is death. Instead, I got abuse. Instead, I was called names. Instead, I was accused of not caring, when I was the ONLY one who cared. Not a lick of appreciation for what I did to try to find her. And not a lick of sorrow when being told that our father had passed away. It was all about her. Main character syndrome, 100%. Right there is a perfect example of her narcissism, her main character syndrome and her selfishness. While I was thinking about her sorrow and grief over our dad’s death, she wasn’t thinking about mine.

Wait. Let me Check my Watch ⌚. Tap Tap.

Many years later I found myself going through a divorce from a very EVIL man. I was alone, overwhelmed, terrified, bullied, vulnerable, broken hearted, confused, intimidated, scared and financially destitute. I couldn’t even afford to hire a divorce lawyer. In the end I had to do what I always had to do, I had to depend on myself. I stood as my own lawyer against my husband and his high-priced attorney.

In the end, not only did I get full custody of my son, but I proved the man was so evil that my husband lost all visitation rights, or rights to say where the child lived or what the child did. He was ordered to pay child support, but never did. I also found out my mother worked to get him out of jail when he was arrested for beating the shit out of me when I found out he was cheating.

But during this mess, I reached out to Dino, as in a phone call. All I wanted was a companionate shoulder to cry on, from someone who was supposed to love me and care about me. Just a shoulder. Just a fraction of what I had given her in her darkest hour. So, in my vulnerability, I called her. She answered the phone. We exchanged greetings and a few pleasantries. I told her I needed a shoulder to cry on. She said “Of Course!” Immediately followed by her telling me that I caught her at a bad time and would it be ok if she called me back? I said absolutely and told her how nice it was to hear her voice again. She said she’ll call me later. Bye. End of call.

So I waited for her to call me back.

Hang on a second…. Let me check my watch to see how long it took for her to call me back. (Tap-Taping my watch. Is this right, Nah…It cant be. Well, it is.

24!!!!... Not 24 minutes. Not 24 hours. Not 24 days. Yep!

It has been 24 YEARS!!!! And I still haven’t received that promised call back from that entitled, low rent, trashy piece of shit. After everything I did for her and her kids, she couldn’t even be bothered to put herself out for one phone call to comfort a sister that had been there for her when she needed someone.

THAT is who Dino is.

Parents...They do as you do.

Not a Princess has posted all over the internet that one of Dino's adult children died of a drug overdose. That he had a lifelong drug habit, brought on by being raised by two drugged out parents, in a drug filled home.

I don't know if that is the case or not, but it is sad.

Family Photographs.

A few years back, I sent Dino a HUGE box, chock full of cherished family photos. It was a financial hardship for me to do that, but I felt it was necessary to keep these important photos in in the family. I know she received them, and kept them, because the post office verified it was delivered. Did she call me and thank me? No. Did she send a thank you note? No. Did she send the box back, unopened, saying no thank you? No. She kept them... enjoyed them... passed some on to her adult children. TRASH 🗑️. SHE is TRASH.

This year I, having not learned my lesson, I sent another box of cherishef photos to her. Turns out it couldn't be delivered because she moved. According to what our sister wrote all over the internet she was evicted or her home went into foreclosure, and was booted out of the place. I don't know if that's the case, but past behavior is a good judge of future behavior. According to our sister, Dino now lives on a motel along the interstate.

Dione conoly

Dione Barry

Judith Dione Conoly

sanden woodham

Rachel conoly

Garrett Conoly

Damien Conoly

Gary Conoly

Michael Martin

Hanna Maulden

Bryan Hicks

Scarlette Woodham

Isabella Conoly

Beatrix Conoly

Jimmie Conoly

Joanne

Frances Jo Moye

Rommel Moye

Vicki Russell

Mike Russell

Kenneth J. Conoly

Kerry O’Neal MD

Dina Robbins

Nicole Russell Psomas

Grant Psomas

Destinee Smith

Carl Williams

Nicholas Williams

Malik Williams

Spencer Williams

I will be adding to this often.

Money, Money, Money.

"No halves in this family.'

Not-So-Trustworthy Oldest Daughter.

Narcissistic Mom. Narcissistic Sister.

Dumbest Educated Person on Earth.

Welcome New Baby!

Mom's Heart Attack.

Turned Couch Cushion.

Restraining Order

Cash in the Mail

Sunday Newspaper

Clowns to the Left of me, Sycophants to Right!!!

After leaving Texas they drove their travel trailer to North Carolina to be with Dino and her children. She wasn’t taking my phone calls when she got to Dino’s house. She was avoiding me.

It took a couple of years, but I put my nose to the grindstone and ended up getting guardianship of my nephew. No thanks to my lying, manipulative mother and my lying, pathetic, sycophantic sister, Dino.

Biological Father's Death Certificate

Off The Rails

In Love with a 19 yr old "Military Assassin"....Um, Ok.

Waah!!!! None of you shits tried to call me?!!!!!

I was the only daughter that my parents called because they believed I would be the only one to handle the situation as an adult and not be disruptive. I was the only daughter that the two of them could count on.

I tried like hell. It broke my heart that she didn't know our dad had passed away.

The police also went the extra mile by sending officers to the old residence to see if anybody lived there. The police officer I spoke with said they went to all the doors and windows. There were no furnishings in the place. It was very much vacant.

I called the County Sheriff's Office and they didn't have any more information than the police department did.

I considered calling one of my sister’s ex-in-laws, but I knew that Dino had bad blood with them, and I didn't want to upset her by letting the in-laws know any part of my her life.

I called the post office in her area and they left no forwarding address.

NOT ONLY DID I LOOK FOR HER, USING EVERY AVENUE I COULD THINK OF, BUT I DID IT WHILE I WAS DEALING WITH MY OWN DEVISTATING GRIEF AND DEEP SORROW!!! I looked for her and her kids when no one else in the family would.

I did not get the chance to tell her about the police department, the sheriff's department, the Red Cross, Blockbuster, the fast-food places, and all the others places I called to try to track her down. Somehow even tracking her down made me the bad guy... Again.

Wait. Let me Check my Watch ⌚. Tap Tap.

Parents...They do as you do.

Not a Princess has posted all over the internet that one of Dino's adult children died of a drug overdose. That he had a lifelong drug habit, brought on by being raised by two drugged out parents, in a drug filled home.

I don't know if that is the case or not, but it is sad.

Family Photographs.

Below is the beginning of "Not a Princess."

Again....Not a Princess

Parking Lot PARASITE

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She has been a parasite on the government system (AKA: The working tax payers, like me) all her life. She has always been a freeloader who sucked off the teat of the American tax payer. Not with a greatful attitude either, but wholeheartedly with an entitled attitude.

Social programs are not meant to be parking lots!!!

They are meant to be temporary bridges!!!

Our Sister Burned!

Disgusting Bully. Spitter!

LATCH-KEY KIDS.

FAKER! FAKER! FAKER!!!!!

Attempted Kidnapping.

She Has a "Tell."

Finally Tested

NEW

"SEARCH TAKE"

The J

and the A

and the A

and the P.

Bully.

Tickling = Pain

B/O & Buckshot

SUCKING MY HAIR!

SUCKING HER THUMB & PICKING HER NOSE.

Abuse, Spitting, Screaming, and Other Vile Behavior...in Public.

"You just don't want me to have any friends.'

**** NEW ****

My Cherished Ring

Functionally Illiterate.

STOLEN VALOR!

She is NOT a "Sharpshooter Woman."

NOT a Veteran

To be considered a veteran, you must have served on active duty and received a discharge under conditions other than dishonorable.

Failing out of boot camp results in an Entry Level Separation (ELS). Since you did not complete initial entry training or serve the minimum required time (typically 24 months for modern enlistments), you do not meet the legal definition of a veteran.

SALTPETER

New Car

Fake "Boyfriends."

Surgery: Disgusting Treatment of the Nicest People in the World. Then Decades of Lying & Playing the Victim.

***** NEW *****

VW Van Life

Evicted!!!!

$$$$ Redecorated. $$$$

Family session w/ Violet's psychologist.

Deposit Checks Into My Account.

Meet Toofless-Tufeea

Your chauffeur madam!

Christmas Time

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