The unpleasant sound of screaming and yelling- he’s calling me a “stupid fucking idiot!” Again.

Telling me to “shut the fuck up!”

& telling me that I’m

“too stupid to understand what that means.”

He yelled at my mom-

“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT!!!? DO NOT TALK TO REBECCA!!! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO INTERACT WITH HER.” Ordering my mom to stay away from me.

“YOU STAY DOWNSTAIRS, DO NOT INTERACT WITH HER”

My mom has to lie to him. Making excuses for why I had any business coloring her grey hairs.

How long will this last?

John has: prevented my Mom from receiving help.

Let’s get real, I don’t like seeing my mom get yelled at for things outside of her control.who would want to see their mom go through this turmoil.

She doesn’t understand what entails if she cooperates with him.

It might mean losing me, she doesn’t want to lose me.

forever? Maybe it is.

Who knows where we will be 5 years from now.

John’s new rules: I’m not allowed to help mom get dressed in her bedroom, talk to her, we’ve had to sneak around for months. I’m not allowed to cook for her /She’s not allowed to eat anything that I cook, I am not allowed to help her shower. John, also still insisting that mom, take her pills independently.

You’ve seen videos. If you know us personally- you know that was off the table, the worst idea. . And still he persists on having things his way.

..John has my mom completely under his thumb, brain-washed- seemingly at the same pace that her disease has progressed- rather quickly.

I wonder if she’s ever been diagnosed pseudodementia.

I wonder how long shes been this depressed. My mom is starting to look different.

This is nauseating.

The TRO is NOT agaist ME.

Its the OTHER way around.

He tells my mom that I am violent, that I steal, and that my mother is NOT allowed to talk to me.

He’s also told my mom that I enjoy seeing her cry!

He tells the cops my brothers won’t visit this house if I’m here, BULLSHIT. They were both here visiting, Calvin was here in April, Alex was here just a month ago.

My mom can’t recall those things.

My mom told me today,

She no longer loves me anymore

Yikes.

Q: can smear campaigns be considered legal if based on true information?

A: First of all, “based on true info” needs to be defined. If it means everything that is said & posted IS TRUE, that’s very different than taking a basic proven fact & embellishing with personal opinion & suppositions.

He’s not supposed to communicate with me or my mother.

He’s manipulating my mom.

He violates- and continues to not take any of this seriously.

He has blatantly disregarded the court ordered TRO, entirely.

TELLING the cops LIES like, that I’m a thief and that I stole checks from him stole his credit cards. Said I have a stolen car and that I’m hiding my car, he even told them I have a long criminal history of violence. He also said I that I stabbed my mom with a knife.

None of these things are true.

I’m sure there would be a paper trail, right? I’ve heard of people being mad.. But John’s been mad at me for “30 years”

(I was 8 years old 30 years ago fyi)

that’s awful.

I’ve never hurt my mother.

I see you, Slanderface.

All his is besides the point,

What’s the real issue?

He was ordered not to abuse, & not to contact.

So. John goes after me- once the cops leave. This guy really wants to put me in jail really really really bad! (SO ILLEGAL).

I caught him laughing,

(this isn’t funny).

I think he enjoys seeing me and my mom cry.

John tells police I have a car in the backyard and that it’s stolen. So cop and I go outside and I show him my car. I told him him run the plates.

It’s my car.

Im the 1st and only owner of the car, it’s been mine for quite a while. I bought it in New Jersey.

Okay- end of tangent.

(in fact John, my youngest brother, my mom, and I all drove together, back here to California from New Jersey). John drove it most of the way!

He know this is my car.

Who have I stolen my car from? How does that happen?

What is his goal?

I was just telling mom and John about someone that accused me of having a stolen car before.

I had a new client she was being severely neglected by her previous caregiver, the client had a thick layer of greasy and oily dandruff on her scalp. Her hair was matted, She was extremely skinny, and withdrawn, all of her clothes were soiled. She hardly spoke, and was embarrassed about her appearance + the house. She was diabetic, and hadn’t been on her medication for a while, she told me she had not bathed in a year either & i believed her. There was no food or molding food in her fridge, dirty dishes everywhere. Made me wonder what the hell was the caregiver doing. The old caregiver was fired- because she did not do her job.The girl came up behind me with a bat and swung it into the back of my head. I will never forget how bad that felt. The last thing I remembered was seeing my clients eyes suddenly open up wide, she had a strange look on her face. My client was facing the door, she saw who was coming in- behind me, she saw all of it.I’d never spoken to even met the other caregiver before then. She ran out the front door, yelling at me through the security screen- telling me she’d kick my ass if I called the cops on her. I locked the screen door. She got in her hoopdie, backed up into my car- (i was parked on the street) She called the police, and reported that my car was stolen. About two weeks after my “first day” I was pulled over (not given a ticket), but detained for seven hours, because I was “wanted” for grand theft of a stolen car. My car got impounded, while the police completed their 7 hour investigation. I was released, no charges filed, because there was insufficient evidence. I had to pay 800$ for impound fees and release from the city. Why so much? It happened on a Friday. This was all on my first day

Ok! Back to 2025!

So- For John to try and pull that on me. Man.

What a big pile of dog 💩

What the hell? Why am I even proving anything, the burden of proof- is him.

He’s decided what he wanted my fate to be and he is hell bent on that. He will never change his mind.

That’s not love.

I’m nearly done paying off my car. Yeah it sucks that I haven’t been able to work. My mom wouldn’t have held back if it was a few years ago.

Just because I’m broke doesn’t mean I’m a thief.

I did just have spine surgery, I’m IgA Deficient/depleted. I had cancer in my thyroid, had multiple treatments under radiation, and a biopsy revealed I have Hashimoto disease.

I have severe iron deficiency anemia, I’m on iv infusion treatments twice a week and have not improved, my blood pressure is very low and I can’t go back in for treatment until my BP improves.

It takes a very long time for SSA benefits, (I didn’t know that it would).

Mediation, i missed the appointment, I fell asleep & It’s been rescheduled. 😔

I can’t deal with this unnecessary drama. & My mom shouldn’t either.

It’s insane to believe the abuse would magically stop if I moved out it’s only going to get worse. Because he won’t acknowledge that my mom chose me to help her. Instead, he’s destroying our relationship.

I’m not even asking for any money for helping my mom. I don’t want John’s money. I’ve taken care of my own bills my entire life, I’ve never been reliant on my parents for money. Unlike my brothers, who are still on their family plan, and still get their cars registration paid for by their dad, EVERY year.

Between me helping my mom, getting to my own appointments, dealing with courts now, and dealing with John. It’s too much.

While I was showing the sheriff my car, my mom’s cat ran outside.

(The cat always does this. He just goes for it every time the door opens) & He never goes far & he eventually comes back.

I think the reason he’s so eager to get outside is to hang out with the neighbor’s cats. Their cats live outside, and I think my mom’s cat likes to mingle with them). Anyway. I think the cops tried helping my mom find the cat- but they eventually left-

went up to my room and called my best friend,

my mom came upstairs and asked me to help her find her cat, Billy.

So I went downstairs, and I help find the cat.

I see John in the backyard with two flashlights, one in each of his hands.

John started walking towards me, he walks past me, and goes in the house through the sliding glass door, (that I just came out of). &

He locks me out!

My mom blankly looks at me while I’m standing outside.

Mom closes the curtain,

I start removing the screen from the window- I didn’t even touch the window! If i did i didn’t apply enough pressure to break it!

the window shattered.

I’ll tell you why it did.

The window was broken. That little hole- how did that happen? That was not there before I clean the windows all the time I haven’t seen that hole there before… that’s new.

It’s punctured on the inside of the house. FYI.

I call the cops to come back, and they did.

And they remind John that he’s violating the order by locking me out. I have 2 incident reports, recordings and he’s still resuming as usual.

Telling my mom to break windows then blame Rebecca..

Let me see your hand?

SMH! Shame on you. Your suppose to be a responsible adult?

It gets WORSE I can’t believe it gets worse. But it does

& Now he wants to “lay low til Monday?”

Yesterday, John stole my phone off the counter, he removed my SIM card. Well, it’s gone.

I heard the trashcan open and close. I heard John say “there’s your phone”

He threw my phone and sim card in the trash. I played “find my iPhone” and it rang a muffled, a dull ring-

I went up to my room to double-check that it was not ringing in my room, & it wasn’t. (I was positive that I had left it on the counter downstairs).

So I listened for the “find my”

The ringing continued…

I heard the trash can open.

The “Find my” app was locating my phone, ringing, ringing- low, muffled to a CLEAR and LOUD ringing.

I heard the trashcan close.

I ran downstairs…

and I approach the kitchen where the trashcan was. John kept screaming in a chant:

“GET AWAY FROM HERE!!”

“GET AWAY FROM HERE!!”

“GET AWAY FROM HERE!!”

He wouldn’t let me pass him so I could get to my phone.

I had to run to 2 different neighbors houses, To call 911.

They sent an asshole cop.

He hardly even spoke to me, he soke to John instead.

So now I have to go through the garbage to look for a needle in a haystack sim card in the garbage.