28 July 2020

I've not blogged for over a day. I've had a bad weekend, as I've had for a few years since I left my old job. I realized this past weekend that my stepfather was and is a bastard. He has been the one who was hired by the Queen of England Elizabeth II to make me sad and pained every day, and every Sunday. He is the worst of all bastards and he has fooled me to think of him as someone who was a good father. On the contrary, he's not done a damn thing for me nor for my stepmother. He never ever really did anything to get me through school. I paid for my school out of my own money that I earned as a part time secretary for the hospital in Indianapolis. He has never given my stepmother anything for their anniversary, saying he didn't have any money. He was always short on money, he claimed. He went from one job to another. What was the truth was that the Queen financed him and our family and he never had a job. The Queen gave him what he needed to keep the rent paid and everything like that and get me at least a high school diploma. The Queen financed everything for him so he could keep going - he'd pretend to go to work and then he'd come home and that was all. He complained about some people at work. The Queen did all this because she hated me and she knew that I was the real Queen of England. His job was to finally make me die. And he has been making me die through unseen methods. He was the person who I worked with at yale named Tom Trautmann. He can be anyone in anyone's life. He looks like a Filipino now as my stepfather but in yale he was an American with blonde hair and blue eyes. This man is satan. He is living in the house that we've lived in since 2003. I can't stand that he is here and I have to see him every day. I'm avoiding having to talk to him. He looks so defenceless, and almost unable to do anything for himself. Yet one day he printed something on my printer using his own computer. I never told him how to use it. So how could this man pretend that he doesn't know anything with electronics when he did this? Unless he was not who he pretends to be? Then he said to me that he wanted to ask me how to use his new laptop that I got for him last Christmas, thinking he needed a new one? He destroys everything that he thinks will give me an easy way through life in this house. He ruined my toilet and now I have to go to his room and use his toilet. He also ruined the oven because he just wanted to and because he hated that i liked to do some baking or kitchen work. Then he said the other day he wants to replace the oven and wants me to help him get a new stove/oven with some of the stimulus money I'll be getting and share that with his. He then said that the toaster oven wasn't safe and he needs to have it replaced. He keeps making all these things happen - lilke the time he destroyed the garage and it stuck itself and so I had to make a call to get it fixed. I was ready to pay for it then he realized that the man who was going to fix it might know that this garage wasn't really damaged. So he told the guy to pretend that this garage had to be fixed and he paid the guy himself. This man has people in the area who deal with him and make arrangements so I can be traced wherever I go and then I'll get into trouble somewhere. He's sick. I hate this person who that Queen gave me to have to live with for most of my life. The Queen is so rich and she's paid this man a lot of money so he could get more of his kind to populate the city of Indianapolis where we live for several years. All these Filipino families we met were his creations. His bastards. They were his people. They probably weren't even legally here and came here through the diabolical means that satan does. They have no real immigration records, I'd say. I hope these people went back to where they came from. I hope this stepfather of mine would leave me and go spend all the millions of GBP that the Queen gave him to make my life a living hell. He never encouraged me with my writing business.. He kept saying to just take things easy. Take things easy so he can take potshots at me from his vantage point somewhere in the house. He has made me feel sick, and made me feel as though I'd been killed. He is in league with Trautmann who is him and is also in Trump and Churchill. I'm sure that writing this is going to earn me another death to suffer through today into the next day. But I have to tell this to those who can see this and not really have it published so people can read it. I am sad that I have had this life to go through. All because the Queen hates that my father is really her husband and I'm a descendant of Alexandra of Russia. The Queen is afraid she'll be found out as a fake. They put her family up as the monarchs and they aren't even of royal blood. The whole family are bastards. Their kids are bastards. Middleton went to the hospital to pick up her baby and passed it off as having a delivery through the usual means. This is all true. Heaven knows. They know. And England knows this but they can't seem to get it through and make it known because of the obvious reasons. So I'm here and I'm in Exile. I don't know what the future will bring. I know that I'm given a life and it looks like I'm still alive and able to do the things living people do everyday. I'm held back from saying anything because the Queen will have people who'll watch what I write and then they'll make others get to sign me off as a loon. Then they'll have 'proof' that I'm crazy and someone will come to the house and cart me away and put me in an unmarked van bound for some Arizona desert concentration camp where all those who might be dangerous to the status quo are kept in prison without any means of being freed.
That's how it is in my world and that's how it is in the USA. The Queen is so invested in the USA. She's funded all the crooks who've been hired to kill me somehow somewhere in my life. She is a witch and she is a satan and a bastard.
I don't know how to find any place to escape her influence. My own love is not happy and she hates that I have someone who loves me. She hates it forever. She's given me ample opportunities to witness 'couples' loving each other, having 'babies' and make me conscious of the fact that I'll always be a spinster and have no children of my own. This is how they make people sad in this country, maybe this world. It's sick and it doesn't work. I don't care if I have never had children of my own. God has a vision for me in my life. If it doesn't include children or even a boyfriend that God's wish and I am fine with it. I don't like being killed and that's the problem and that's what I cannot bear. Being aware of being shot in the chest by a double barreled shotgun the other day was a sick and awful experience. I do not bear the wounds but I sure felt it. It was like my chest exploded. I couldn't even figure it out and then my Guardian Angel told me. I couldn't move it hurt like hell. I had to go back to sleep to get past the pain.

I don't know what to do but I think that it's time for me to tell this but not really. I can't go on Twitter or Facebook and tell people there. I am still living with this bastard and I wish he'd leave. I wish he'd find another place to live. He can't do this to me anymore. I'm not happy at all. I can't do something like retaliate I'm a peaceful person. I've no idea how to use a gun. I was fortunate that I never got to own a gun. My stepfather had a gun and then he 'claimed' that he needed the money to pay bills so he said he sold his Glock. I don't know if he really did.

I hope someone out there can help me. I have to endure this.

Thank you,
Mary