A Quantum Suicide Rescue
My sibs have been prolific criminals. My brother stole from our mother’s business until he got caught. My younger sister was somehow deemed trustworthy and managed to embezzle $50k from our mother’s interior design business. I helped my mother build that business by driving her from Colorado Springs to Denver before and after I had my driver’s license.
After my mom lost her business, my father decided to put the house up as collateral to start a restaurant. Soon, my mother was homeless, had no income, and was divorced from her socio- psychopathic husband. My sister adapted by ingratiating herself in the AA community all across America. She told the same old sob story and in about 20 years of that nonsense she managed to build an impressive rap sheet.
Now, you can’t just walk into the FBI and ask for your families rap sheet. No need for that because our mother took care of that. She passed 24 years ago. She lived alone in a sad 2 bedroom apartment, 1 room was devoted to her leftover business assets and her sewing machine. My father told me to go through her filing cabinet. My mother kept meticulous files of every affair my father had, every receipt and the cooked books that my sister created, the check register showing all of the money they stole from her, just the whole 9 yards.
It was shocking for all of 2 minutes, and then I just plowed through 20 years of deception, lies, and coverups. There were, of course, zero files on me. Nothing. I was a little…
