Update no.2 - the big one!
Right. I have now spoken to the police... this is now on record. I won't be subject to threats of blackmail, and so I am making this a matter of public record.
I am breaking netiquette and posting up, verbatim, what I have had to deal with over the past two weeks. As I know some people may not agree with this I'm sticking it behind a cut tag.
This is word-for-word what I was sent...
Just for clarification, Liivi is my mother, Muss is her cat, Kiir is my son and Trizia is, of course, the ex.
Email addys have been removed...
To: tal
Subject: One might consider you lucky
From: Kir
Date: Sun. 30 Jan 2005 17:17:03 +0000 (GMT)
Lucky because my original intention was to type most of what's below in your LJ. Of course, over a private e-mail there's no need to be subtle or try and avoid revealing things to people. So that only means my hand is stronger, as nobody will have figured it out. Have fun trying to bitch/reason your way through this one!
"I would presume, then, that you've not told the truth about the matter? Only your skewed viewpoint of it? Yes, seems like the usual Tal attitude to things. Victory at all costs, even the truth. Perhaps most especially the truth. So you've not told anyone how, oh, say, Muss belongs to Trizia, you know, being her birthday present, being in her name at the vets, being as it's her name on all his vets bills, and so forth.
The way he only started sleeping downstairs with Liivi because I kept my room closed to keep him and Teeko out so I could get sleep at nights. And I'll point out that Tammy died from innattention* under Liivi's care, and now Muss is reaching an age where he needs said attention - in addition, you can tell Liivi we are quite happy to pay for her to have a new cat, one who she doesn't need to worry about giving constant attention to when they do get too old to be easily cared for.
*Granted, that's not entirely true, but her last days would have been infinately more tolerable and dignified if Liivi had actually paid any attention to the fact that Tammy was spending days at a time in the corner of the kitchen, lying in her own piss.
Furthermore I would presume that your frustration comes from your inability to exert control over people involved anymore, rather than from any reasonable grievances - and if you do have them, you might not have been told but I was the one who tried to sneak Muss out from under Liivi's nose.
And yes, in retrospect that was a foolish way to try it, but thern I can blame foolishness and underhandedness on the way my daddy raised me.
In short: Back the fuck off, give us our cat. (Not to mention my money/X-Box. I don't know what delusions possessed me to trust you to actually pay me even close to on time, but that's just another mistake to learn from.), and never, ever speak to myself, my mother, Dan, or anyone else from our families again.
And why should you do this? Because I can turn everyone in the world against you with a single paragraph. You know what I can tell them about, and you know as well as I do in those cases evidence is hardly required, let alone the fact that mud sticks, and you know who would come off worst from that even presuming you won any resulting court cases.*
Back to the non-LJ additions.
Last I checked though, there were entire agencies set up to deal with people who come forward ten, twenty years after being sexually abused. Oh, and it won't wash to say I consented. First, you plied me with alcohol, and second it is legally impossible for anyone under 13 to consent to sex. First time you did that to me, I was 9. Then 11. Then 12 and 13. Plus any instances I might not recall. You know, it's not worth this. Because I've got more backing me up than you know. So yeah, I'd advise you to drop it now, and maybe it won't be a central point of my autobiography.
You might escape public hatred from some nobody being abused. You won't when it's a recognised author and movie maker. ;)
This from my son. Clearly, he has a bit to learn. I have penned him a response. All I'll say for now is: 1) I stand by all who know and are entitled to judge me, 2) I am embarrassed and dissappointed that he has allowed her to drag him so low, and 3) I have nothing to hide.
More later.
I am breaking netiquette and posting up, verbatim, what I have had to deal with over the past two weeks. As I know some people may not agree with this I'm sticking it behind a cut tag.
This is word-for-word what I was sent...
Just for clarification, Liivi is my mother, Muss is her cat, Kiir is my son and Trizia is, of course, the ex.
Email addys have been removed...
To: tal
Subject: One might consider you lucky
From: Kir
Date: Sun. 30 Jan 2005 17:17:03 +0000 (GMT)
Lucky because my original intention was to type most of what's below in your LJ. Of course, over a private e-mail there's no need to be subtle or try and avoid revealing things to people. So that only means my hand is stronger, as nobody will have figured it out. Have fun trying to bitch/reason your way through this one!
"I would presume, then, that you've not told the truth about the matter? Only your skewed viewpoint of it? Yes, seems like the usual Tal attitude to things. Victory at all costs, even the truth. Perhaps most especially the truth. So you've not told anyone how, oh, say, Muss belongs to Trizia, you know, being her birthday present, being in her name at the vets, being as it's her name on all his vets bills, and so forth.
The way he only started sleeping downstairs with Liivi because I kept my room closed to keep him and Teeko out so I could get sleep at nights. And I'll point out that Tammy died from innattention* under Liivi's care, and now Muss is reaching an age where he needs said attention - in addition, you can tell Liivi we are quite happy to pay for her to have a new cat, one who she doesn't need to worry about giving constant attention to when they do get too old to be easily cared for.
*Granted, that's not entirely true, but her last days would have been infinately more tolerable and dignified if Liivi had actually paid any attention to the fact that Tammy was spending days at a time in the corner of the kitchen, lying in her own piss.
Furthermore I would presume that your frustration comes from your inability to exert control over people involved anymore, rather than from any reasonable grievances - and if you do have them, you might not have been told but I was the one who tried to sneak Muss out from under Liivi's nose.
And yes, in retrospect that was a foolish way to try it, but thern I can blame foolishness and underhandedness on the way my daddy raised me.
In short: Back the fuck off, give us our cat. (Not to mention my money/X-Box. I don't know what delusions possessed me to trust you to actually pay me even close to on time, but that's just another mistake to learn from.), and never, ever speak to myself, my mother, Dan, or anyone else from our families again.
And why should you do this? Because I can turn everyone in the world against you with a single paragraph. You know what I can tell them about, and you know as well as I do in those cases evidence is hardly required, let alone the fact that mud sticks, and you know who would come off worst from that even presuming you won any resulting court cases.*
Back to the non-LJ additions.
Last I checked though, there were entire agencies set up to deal with people who come forward ten, twenty years after being sexually abused. Oh, and it won't wash to say I consented. First, you plied me with alcohol, and second it is legally impossible for anyone under 13 to consent to sex. First time you did that to me, I was 9. Then 11. Then 12 and 13. Plus any instances I might not recall. You know, it's not worth this. Because I've got more backing me up than you know. So yeah, I'd advise you to drop it now, and maybe it won't be a central point of my autobiography.
You might escape public hatred from some nobody being abused. You won't when it's a recognised author and movie maker. ;)
This from my son. Clearly, he has a bit to learn. I have penned him a response. All I'll say for now is: 1) I stand by all who know and are entitled to judge me, 2) I am embarrassed and dissappointed that he has allowed her to drag him so low, and 3) I have nothing to hide.
More later.