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She loves to tell people what a terrible childhood she had, but says she doesn't remember anything before 12 except 
standing naked in a corner as punishment one day when she was around six, the punishment was for trying to start a
 campfire in her bedroom closet, but she doesn't remember that...

 So when asked, "what was so terrible about your childhood?"
 
Her answer is "it must of been so bad that I blocked it all out..."

So what really happened?

As I remember, at the age of five she began screaming, "your not my mother I don't have to do what you say..." 
to the only woman who was ever any kind of mother to her. 

This behaviour which continued for next ten years, did not help my marriage at all.

but of course it's not her fault her "real" mother told her to do it.

Sins of the Mother

What is her fault that at age 12, she became a complete bitch and stated treating me like shit 24/7.

When she was 12 we moved from the country in NY to a small city in Pennsylvania. 
She was upset about leaving her NY friends behind. I told her about the museums libraries and other cultural
 activities now available to her. She took up residence at the local video arcade...


One day she came home from school and announced that she was taught that 
I was not not allowed to hit punish or tell her what to do, because she found out that there is a local shelter
 for runaway kids who's have home problems. Also that if she was hit she could have me arrested.
After several trips to the shelter she was banned and told that the shelter was for kids with real problems.

She then told school officials that I was a witch and put bad thoughts into her head.

Then she told all her friends that I had turned gay.

At thirteen, she began to totally ignore curfews and sneak out at night.

She bragged that she got`into a Frat party, because she convinced them she was a college student.

Then She got caught driving a stolen car, and somehow managed to get away without being charged. 
Later that summer she was picked up some 300 miles away from home in another stolen car. Ohio police called and requested
 that I come and get her. I told them she found her way there by herself, so she could find her way home.
 
Some church put her on a bus and sent her back to Pennsylvania.

That year she was caught underage drinking 3 times, was at a party where someone was shot {which she defends by saying
 "I wasn't there when that happened" but I am sure that she and a bunch of other minors split right after it happened. 
because they didn't want to be there when the cops showed up}

 
She also announced she had a 23 year old boy friend, who "really" loved her.

We had several discussions about the dangers of drinking, smoking and having sex,
 to which her response was "you are a hypocrite you smoked drank and had sex before you were legal."

I explained that I was 17 before I did any of those things and she was barely thirteen. To which she replies "girls grow up faster..."

Then She came home with hand cuffs and announced they were for kinky sex...

I explained that sex and love were not the same thing and he was after one thing, she swore they weren't doing it and later
 in life had the audacity to say she had me completely fooled. But I knew that she was just a drunkend 13 year old whore.

After being caught sneaking in at 4am drunk as a skunk. I called the police and demanded she and her 23 year old boyfriend 
be arrested, they declined to prosecute her or her boyfriend, who turned out to be the grown son of a local politicain.
 she was grounded for a month. So she fled home to be with "the people who cared about her." 
 I found her that evening at the local arcade, tossed her over my shoulder, took her home and locked her up with her own hand cuffs.

The Police who refused to prosecute her for her underage drinking stunts showed up and took her away for her own protection,
 then came back and arrested med for kidnapping, assault and unlawful detention based on her statement, never even asking me 
to explain the situation, which may not have occurred, if they had thrown her in detention for her under-aged drinking,
 two nights before.

 She was placed in foster care in a good Christian home and I was locked up in jail for the night. 
 The next days headline read "State College man abducts teenager" The story said little to nothing, My name in bold letters 
but didn't mention that the teenager in question was my daughter. 
I had to take a second job to pay my legal expenses.


 She went quickly from one foster home to another, no one could control her.
 At her third foster home she was kicked out for explaining what a blow job was to an eight year old boy. This stunt got her 
sent to a detention center disguised as a group home. Bars on the windows, coats and shoes under lock and key,
 not even allowed to go to school for the first 90 days. The shit had finally hit the fan, so she called home "Daddy,
 I hate it here they are so mean, they took my shoes and coat and I can't go anywhere without a chaperone. 
 boo hoo help me daddy..."

 She was in the system, with no escape, I was told she would be confined until she was 18 years of age, 4 more years...
eventually she earned the right to go to public school and took the opportunity to steal a leather coat and escape from school.
She was caught a few days later drinking in a hotel room with a pediphile that picked her up hitch hiking and returned to the 
group home. 
I was summoned to appear in court with her.
She was charged with escape, larceny, and attempt to flee the state. Next step, Real Juvenile detention until she was 21...

 Using some amazing legal maneuvering I convinced the Judge that the state had failed miserably in their attempts to tame her and
 that she was and would better off with her father. She was placed on probation and allowed to go home with me. 
Part of the plan involved me moving to a new town to start over. The first week there, I received a phone call from her, 
(who wasn't allowed to leave town). She and her newest friends were involved in a car accident, the car got flipped over on it's roof,
 and her and her friends fled the scene, so as not to violate her probation. Would I come pick them up two towns over at the 
convenience store? 

 Then I was transferred to a new location and moved again. My wife left me and in a surprise move, decided to take her with her.
This arrangement lasted a couple of weeks, then my wife kicked her out. Fifteen years old living on the streets. 
After some 8 months living alone, I quit my job and went back to try and save my marriage again. While living alone, I managed to save
 several thousand dollars, it's amazing how much relationships cost.

She got a job and I rented her an apartment, then every month at rent time I got the call, I can't afford to pay the rent.

Since I signed the lease, I paid the rent. The apartment became a party house for local delinquents and she was kicked out
 after six months.


I was sued for the remaining rent and thousands of dollars in damages, cleaning out my bank account 
and she still 15 and homeless again...

She manages to get my mother to take her in for a while in NY, where she started hanging out with this hoolum delinquent,
 Who would hide or leave town when I visited. 
He liked to beat her (She defends black eyes and broken ribs with I hit him first).
 He ends up in jail for robbing a convenince store (which she defends with he was just the look out...)

She breaks up with him and the family took up a collection to send her to Florida because she needs to be with her real mother,
 that she hasn't even seen in over ten years. three days later I get the phone call. "I want to come home my mother is a 
fucking bitch, please send money..."

I told her she made the bed live with it. Nonetheless she makes her way back to NY, gets back with her boyfriend 
and gets knocked up.

She has a baby he runs off to Texas to hide some more. I saw the baby once before she headed back to Florida to live near
 "her real family that loves and cares about her"
I didn't see that baby again until she was 12 and I moved to Florida briefly.

So I stayed in Pennsylvania for awhile in and out of the relationship with my second wife. 

Eventually we divorced and I became a minimalist, condensing all of my worldly goods in a single van load and lived alone for awhile.

In the fall OF 2008, I was broke, sick as hell, and homeless. I didn't know what was to matter with me and neither did the doctors. 
One thing I knew was it wasn't good, I was sure I was dying.


I talked to her on the phone, she said to come down to Florida, we could get an apartment, and I could work at the Wendy's 
where she did.
Upon my arrival I was told there was no room in the house, that I would have to sleep in my van. 

I was carrying all my belongings in the van and had been sleeping sitting up in the drivers seat. 
I had an antique dresser, that was a present from my mother, it was unloaded to make some room to sleep.

The next day I was volunteered for babysitting my long lost grandchild, which actually went pretty well, 
later her younger cousin came home as well.

 That night she told me, that her cousin and her live in boyfriend were calling out "stranger Danger" and were afraid that 
 "I was going to molest the children." ??? Where did that come from? 
Did she defend me as not being a homeless stranger but her father? 

No she told me that I wasn't allowed in the house unless she was home. 

I have to wonder what kind of bullshit she told her cousin, thinking that she would never see or meet me?


 The next mr big shot no job out every night cousins live in boyfriend notifies me that I can't be on the property at all.

but my dog was allowed to stay... 
I took up residence in the walmart parking lot, leaving my dresser behind. Eventually she told me about the local Homeless shelter 
I checked into the homeless shelter when the temperatures dropped in the 30's.

Sick of being treated like shit, I took my dog and left to make my way back north, leaving my dresser and half my clothes behind
 because no one would let me into the house.
Some of my clothes were mailed to me, after someone poured bleach all over them.

 A couple years went by, and she announced she was moving back to Pennsylvania, to be closer to her family in New York.
I went down to Pennsylvania to help her unload and to get my dresser back.
Upon arrival I was detained by a property security guard who flashed a gun and informed me I was trespassing and had to leave.
 I told him I was there to help my daughter move in, he assured me I was in the wrong place.  I called her on the phone and she came out to tell security
 that I was indeed her father. The truck door was opened, nearly empty, no sign of my dresser,
 "oh that old piece of shit, I threw it away. Then I was told I wasn't allowed inside because I had a dog and everyone living there was allergic to dogs.

Soon she was coming to NY for weekend visits, which were more like occupations, her and her daughter spread their belongings all over the house and 
then she would go off to visit her "real relatives".

For Christmas, she bought me a big screen Tv and DVD player, and a stack of DVD's that she didn't want anymore.
I already had two TVs and two DVD players, so I didn't open the box, because I don't throw away things just because they are old.
But she had to come and set it up and now it sits there unused because my mom doesn't see any reason to pay for a second cable box every month.

I asked "what was wrong with the old TV?"
 You said that it was too big and heavy and it didn't get enough channels.
 So who in hell needs to move the TV around and 169 stations aren't enough? they were fine with me.
So I ask myself what is the truth here?

The truth is that she bought me a TV so she could sit in my room on my couch or in my bed on her fat ass and change the channel 
without getting up.

then She Posted a video where you asked her daughter, if she would vote for me. She replies, "no grampa smokes too much pot"
She thought it was funny. I don't, because I was told by my bitch daughter that I was to never discuss or smoke pot in front of her daughter. 
Then when she finally visits, tells me that she has permission to smoke pot in front of me.

So a year later I made a post on MY facebook page, to the whole world reminding them, that I am not a Christian and don't celebrate
Christmas therefore had no use for ornaments, candles incense etc, and that if anyone felt the need to gift me,
 I could use shoes, tires for my car or brakes for my van. 

To which some self-center bitch decides is a personal letter to her and replies with I'm trying to ruin 
everyones Christmas, because I can't accept she has other family besides me.

Did she ever consider, that I must be pissed about something?
Of course she missed the entire event because she was`too busy posting selfies.

Then she sends me a birthday card complete with a fuck you, and says I can't have birthdays because I don't do Christmas.
Picture of Clothes for my dead dog, and the depends order form, a nice touch.

How about the visits to NY?
Three times she visited NY and didn't see me, when she visited her great great aunt two miles away.
She says she can't come to my place, because of dog allergies. The same dogs all spend plenty of time at grandmas, but it's not a problem there.

The truth is She doesn't want to come here because there is no wifi or internet.

So now I have put up with her abuse for 28 years, and I know she does't even know what the final straws were that broke the back.

Next I invited you and my Grand daughter to my 55th birthday party.
she sent her daughter away to distant relations because you didn't want her to see what kind of wild party I was having?

The truth is she didn't want her daughter to see her getting drunk and stupid.

Then she Blocked me from her daughters facebook, so I couldn't tell her she had her passwords and monitored her messages.

Then she posted a picture of My dog and her daughter from my visit to Florida,
with the comment "you remember when you tried to dump Pee Wee with us in Florida?"

That is what pissed me off, as I remember I didn't want to give Pee Wee away, I agreed to share him and they kept Pee Wee 
and SENT me away to live in the Walmart parking lot...

So she Blocked me on her facebook account.

A year later I get a friend request from her, when I accepted and sent a personal message explaining what I thought the problems were,
 she opens a second Facebook account just to post, that personal letter, and to publically trash me, without retort.

So while she goes around telling the world about how she was beaten her whole childhood. The official record differs greatly. 
I was turned in to child protection services three times for being on drugs and beating the children by her lying bitch mother 
who was trying to get custody. The records show that all three times were unfounded.

 The real TRUTH that she had her ass beaten once when she was 13 after being caught drinking three times in a period of 
six weeks, which because of police contact is a matter of public record. 

When my father passed away, there was a flood of relatives, who suddenly had to move back to New York to help out my poor mother. I admit I was the first to arrive, but I was already on the way, when he died.

From day one relatives showed up and began dividing up his personal property, even though everything was left to my mother. There were three main ways for things to disappear.
One. People just took what they wanted, I call this stealing. Guns tools even cars just disappeared off the face of the
Two. People took stuff, because they said they gave that stuff to my father. Sounds to me like stealing or "indian giving".
Three. People asked or told my mother and carted them off.

I personally did ask for three things, a bow that dad had taken from me when I was a teenager, because I left it on the lawn when I went to the corner shop for a cold coke. I had seen it a few days prior to the funeral, it disappeared before I could claim it. The second thing I asked for was a winch, that I could install on my vintage 1957 Cab forward Jeep. Also disappeared, but I did get the empty box. The third thing I asked for was my dad's old Motorcycle, with the idea that I might turn it into a trike for myself. As soon as my mother said yes, someone took a hammer to the classic bike smashing the windshield and denting the gas tank. Then one day the motorcycle just disappeared, never to be seen or mentioned again...

I had been away for more than a decade, I couldn't believe the condition of my parents house. Falling down ceilings, holes in the floor big enough to see into the basement, holes in the walls, falling down porches. A constant natural gas leak, as well as water and sewer leaks into the basement. I moved in with my mother and spent the next two years cleaning and fixing up the house she had spent 50 years living in.

My daughter was the last of the clan to make the move. She started visiting for days at a time, going though all my mom's property, asking can I have this, can I have that. She also made another attack on my personal photo album, helping herself to what ever pictures she wanted. She put up pictures, of her and her daughter everywhere there was space. Later my missing family pictures would show up on her Facebook page with me cropped out...

She told us she didn't eat anything that wasn't made in a restaurant, refusing to eat anything my mother prepared, instead two trips a day to McDonalds. Each time bringing extra sandwiches, leaving them in the refrigerator for when we wanted them. She would go out and buy big bags of doritos and the like and bags and bags of chocolate, because we were obviously too poor to afford her goodies. She told my mother that she was using the wrong soap, shampoo, toilet paper, Kleenex... and stocked the house up with her brands, which all were better "because they cost more..."
Each time she left all her shit behind, including piles of deposit bottles, for when "us poor people" needed cash.
She left drugs, drug paraphernalia and bootleg dvd's in my room at my mothers home. Perhaps setting me or my mom up to get busted. Meanwhile, I am the person who takes my mom to doctors, shopping and such. I also mow the lawn, take out the garbage and helped her with what ever she needed.

My ex-daughter, All the while bitching about or fighting with her daughter and constantly referring to her "REAL Families"
She has her Real Mom's family, none of which ever saw her more than a few times from birth until 16
she has a good Christian Family in Pa where apparently she was happy until she got throw out for unspeakable acts.
She has her alternate Florida family where she plays a blonde Jamaican.
She has her Millionaire family, that seems to have worn out her stay.
She had my family and extended family, but she has disowned most of them for not taking her side in her one sided family feud.

The situation was so bad that I began staying at my dad's old farmhouse whenever her and her daughter came to visit. I was invited to come down to Pa. for my granddaughter's graduation. I already had plans for the weekend. My car was not up to the trip neither was I. There was just no way, that I could travel 400 miles and be away from my animals for a whole day. Her daughter asked to have her graduation party at the farm. I made all the arrangements, they no showed, because I couldn't be bothered coming to her place.

So then she calls her grandmother and tells her, that she would not visit any more unless she threw me out of her house and banned me from returning. Grandma said have a nice life...

I wrote her a letter, telling her what a selfish bitch she was being. She copied and posted the letter on her special facebook page just for trashing her dad and sent links to all her relatives, along with a notice if they didn't like it they should just unfriend her. Many of her contacts did just that, because they were here when she was a child. She announced to the world that she was constanly beaten while growing up. Yet noone ever saw any signs of the massive beatings that she claimed she received daily...
No visits or calls for over two years, then she called her grandmother and told her that she would no longer call, or visit ever unless she told me to remove all the posts that mentioned her on the internet... Grandma hung up on her.

So now there is a new attack, she painting me as a violent drug addict, who took care of her for sixteen years, so he could beat and torture her, because he hated her mother. She says "that I used her for a punching bag her whole life!". WOW

She also appears to have become a talented Doctor. It has been declared that I am sterile because of my dangerous drug usage. My doctor said likely groin injury...

I consider myself to be a non-violent person. I never punched a girl in my life and I have only hit three people since she was born, all three hit me first. In all three events, I was protecting my daughter...

The only person I ever heard about (from her) that used her for a punching bag was her baby daddy. She said it was okay because she hit back and sometimes hit first, I just didn't understand the kind of love they had... Her baby daddy was the only boy in her life I was ever introduced to and only once as he felt the need to leave town when ever I visited. She did inform me that she wasn't racist like me and to prove it she would only date blacks and mexicans...

Here I had thought, that I took care of her for the sixteen years between when her mother left, and her emancipation because The law required it, it was the right thing to do, and no one else wanted her.

She says that I told her that I wasn't her father when she was 40. I never said or wrote that to her. Now she has a new thing to bitch about. Why I never told her who her father was. Well I have an answer for that. When? When she was six and screaming your not my mother or perhaps when she was 12 and experimenting with sex drugs and alcohol? How about When she was 14 and in JD?

I had told her mother that it was her place to clean up this mess created by her lies and she never did. I figured that some day she would grow up and be able to handle it, but alas it never happened. She says everyone in her family has confirmed that I wasn't her father, that she in fact was the only one who didn't know. If everybody else knew why didn't they tell her? So now she is looking at everything I have written for the last 25 years, looking for clues about who her real dad is.

Now She is mourning the lost of her father?

Wasn't I relieved of that responsibility when she got Social services to emancipate her at 16, so she could collect welfare?

How about when invited me to move to Florida and then told me I had to stay at a homeless shelter...

The truth however it may seem is that she hasn't sent me an address since she was 16 or phone number for 12 years. She hasn't visited or spoke directly to me for five years. She blocked me from facebook the same amount of time. The last contact I had from her was a birthday card, that said Fuck you, enclosed with a order form for adult diapers. The truth is that I haven't had a daughter for many many years and really don't give a shit what her self promoted problems are, as I told her, I have no need for her shit ever anymore and that is her problem. She wants to blame her life on me, but she has been in the driver seat for thirty years, it's about time to admit she is the cause of all her problems.

Now that she has declared the knowledge of her "Real father", who only ever saw her once that I know of...
she can track down all the brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles and cousins she never knew about and drive them crazy with her bullshit, until they become traitors to her. But it does give her something to do for the next 20 years.

The one person I feel the most sorry for is her daughter, She has had to live with brainwashing hatred for twenty years and now has announced that she too will dedicate her life to smearing me...

So just what is the point of all this theatrical bullshit show the my daughter is putting on for you all?
Just a self centered bitch who craves attention digging through the muck looking for answers from people who don't have them, so she makes up her own reality instead of discussing it with the people who where actually there at the time. Bottom line she wants and craves sympathy from anyone, because she equates it with love, even when based on fiction and lies.