Mal’$ A$$ault

Melissa or “Mal” as we more accurately call her, is our half sister and daughter of our abuser. She is manipulative enough to get my dad to buy her boobs at 18. Then Mal accuses Pito of sexually harassing her when he asks to see what he paid for—which I am sure Pito did. He’s like that—an old perv. Nevertheless, being the daughter of a Paranoid Schizophrenic Pedophile father, must be scary and conflicting dna lottery to own. Living with that truth and reality must be hell. However, despite all the family dysfunction she has never sought “help” for “her crazy”. She just brings the untreated toxicity to the table and serves it up at all of our family affairs. I’m always made to be her scapegoat. But, in Houston—she got caught on video camera and attacked us all. She just blames and makes herself into the victim. It’s her modus operandi, all helpless and pitiful poor little me. She’s twisted as her Daddy—physical fighting your sisters after 40 is insane, after 20 should get you into a therapist. Once you reach 18, your mental health is on you—if you continuously blame others, you will never find peace or have lasting friendships. She doesn’t—eventually her crazy and controlling was come out and poof, there goes the relationship. I don’t hate her, I actually pity her. I see her trauma come out sideways, and run the other way. I will not engage, I’ve had to practice that with her. To be around her is to walk on eggshells, just waiting for the Robert Claridge to come to the surface. She is “Mal”(which means bad in Spanish). We have the assault on video. To rewatch it is hilarious now, but at the time it was terrifying and brought back a lot of very bad memories of Mal’s father’s violent attacks on Tiffany and I in the months to come. I am so thankful I can fight with critical thinking and words. Today I do not have to resort to physical violence. I am concerned for my mother’s safety. Mal is not a safe person for me to be around and now this testimony to her bad character casts her out forever—I rebuke her from my life forever(unless she gets help); her actions and her E-ville spirits cast into the outermost realms of my existence. Damn it feels good to be a spiritual gangster, with the purest of motives (and blood). Duces.