TTSOML #167: Christa's "Letter"

Even though I knew Christa was in on everything, after going to an old best friend's wedding shower (the one where Christa grilled me on what I was going to wear and then her friend was there, whose relatives are in the FBI, wearing the exact thing I had said I would wear, and giving Stephanie the very gift I said I would like to give her if I could afford it)...

Even though, I was still curious. I didn't cut her off immediately. I just started writing about how wonderful my son was, and what he was doing, and wouldn't comment on many other things. I did bring up the injunction matter the medical people in Wenatchee were bringing against me, because I wanted to see what her questions were and how she responded.

I also thought it would be interesting to ask her to write a "character reference" on my behalf. If she was the friend she'd claimed to have been, for over half a decade, I wondered what she would write. She said she would, and then she stalled. And stalled, and finally, I acted desperate and said could she just email me something?

So she sent me a letter, "to whom it may concern" and regarding me. It was pretty much the last thing I needed. She tried to mask things, by claiming out of all her friends, I would be the least likely to do drugs, but she made me sound like some kind of eccentric nut who didn't sound like anyone who would be a good mother. She said I was often misunderstood and highly intelligent (flattery) but she made a huge point about the dangers of "evangelical christianity" (which I found odd) and then she went on to describe me as an "eccentric", and social withdrawn recluse, who, she claimed, had no friends while she knew me, and never went out. Which would certaintly fit a description for "schitzophrenic".

What was odd too, was that she DID know I had other friends besides her, and went out, and not only that, she had given me all these personality tests asking me to respond, and one of them was a simple one with questions like: which color do you prefer? red or blue? all of my answers indicated I was an extrovert and enjoyed social company. I prefered red to blue. I spent time alone, and liked to recharge, and read, and could be quiet and garden and do other things, but she made me sound like I locked myself into a room. She made me sound like an imbalanced and more highly eccentric version of Emily Dickinson. For the question, "What is your favorite thing to do? or way of relaxing?" or how would you spend an ideal night, I had written that having dinner outside, on a balmy summer evening, talking and laughing with friends was what I most enjoyed.

It is true I lost many friends after what the lawyers for Bullivant and the catholic clergy did to me, but that wasn't because I didn't enjoy company. It was because they didn't want to be associated with me after I was defamed by the Willamette Week and after they heard I'd made a complaint against some employees of the FBI. Some of my friends were fair weather friends, even though I'd had them as friends for almost a decade.

Christa knew I socialized and went out with others still, and I regularly made rounds in my neighborhood on Methow St., and to the library, to meet with a few people I actually liked, who also had friends my son could play with.

At any rate, Christa tried to conceal what she was doing by making some pointed flattery and yet at the same time, she made claims about my nature which aligned with schitzophrenic characterics. I also noted how strongly she had written against "evangelical christianity". What did that have to do with anything? It was like she and the people who worked with her purposefully wanted to slam the Protestant religion, and a specific part of it as well. Why? Unless they were zealots and haters.

Finally, after this, I got a little more information from her which pretty much closed me off to her and I quit writing altogether.

I faxed her email to JP Diener with the Davis Arneil firm in Wenatchee, and I knew they were already in on it, but I pretended I thought it was a great letter, and proof to my defense. I'm sure they just laughed and thought they had a great inside joke.