This is about my side of the story and shedding the toxicity from family members who fall under what atypical narcissistic people do. I share my view on how events transpired and my thoughts about experiences I have gone through in regards to how these people have abused others and will not take responsibility for their actions. They try to rewrite history in their delusional minds and try to silence those who have lived through their bullying/abuse and have witnessed what they have done.
Tuesday, July 25, 2017
A good day for remembering
The world has been told my aunt and uncle "saved" Jim from an abusive situation, they will show how they took stepchildren to court and supposedly won. But the side of the story that has not been told is that Jim was not abused by his StepChildren. He was happy, he loved his stepchildren of more than 20 years. Since I was little, I remember occasionally visiting Uncle Jim and Aunt Vi, I was on a religious mission when she passed away and was not able to attend her funeral. Right after my mission, my family went down a few times to see "Uncle" Jim (he was my Great Uncle). He was happy though a bit lonely, he missed Vi and talked about her a lot. My favorite things when we would visit were the avocados he always freely gave, and the stories he would tell about how Vi chose out the red velvet wallpaper. Jim had a family trust that was being overseen by Jan, and he would go to the assisted living home during the day to be part of the social activities. That was in 2008-2009 visits. The Mullins family isn't known for keeping close contact, but they do keep some contact. One day my Mum got a phone call that Uncle Jim had been kidnapped from the assisted living home. Someone using a false name (which turned out to be my cousin) checked him out. This was under the clause that he was being abused. Subsequently, the family trust was broken, and everything including the truck driven by Jan was turned over to my Aunt and Uncle. When my Grandma and Mum finally figured out where Jim was, we went to visit my aunt and uncle's home to find out what was going on. My uncle was not at home, it was just my aunt and Uncle Jim, Jim seemed confused as to the situation, though my aunt insisted that he was fine and had been checked out by my cousin's doctor. I remember being in my aunt's family room area, she in the kitchen chopping peppers and other vegetables, I thought it odd that she would not come and sit to talk with us, just interject small remarks so that Jim couldn't answer. After stating that Jim had been checked out by the doctor, my aunt came over and yelled at my Grandma, Mum and me, telling us to get out of her home. My mum stood up and followed by my Grandma, Uncle Jim and myself. As we walked towards the front door, I saw with my own eyes my aunt push my mum down the stairs/porch. I ran past my Grandma and saw my mums arm shielding her face as my aunt clawed at her, as I approached, my mum swung her purse at my aunt to stop her attacks. One would think that after all those posts they put about "treating others" they would take their own advice, especially the treatment of her mother and sister. (It makes me wonder if she thought about the savior dying for the football player who she wrote lies about before she did that...or if he thought about all the people who he double sold his mattresses to and scammed them or if the kids thought about what effect their name shaming would have on their family years later...guess they weren't thinking about Jesus dying for others when they did those things) I have to pause here, because to the world, they have been told that I came and held my aunt down while my mum beat her which is a bald-faced lie. What really happened was that I jumped in between them, and yelled STOP! and pushed them apart. My aunt's clawing scratched my wrist and broke a pearl bracelet of mine, and I was hit in the back by my Mum's purse. Again I pause because some might wonder why the police weren't called, I would agree if my aunt had been truly beaten up, why weren't the police called... but as it stood, my Grandma, came down the stairs and scolded both her children as if they were little girls again. For that is what this squabble could be called. I went in search of my pearls, and then my Grandma, Mum and I left. Everything surrounding Jim became shrouded, even more, Lawyers were brought in, when my Grandma tried to see him again, she was denied. When the family (my Mum's Brother, Grandma and Her) tried to have a family council, my uncle did what he did best, he knew that if he stared at my Grandma's chest, she would become upset and the meeting would not happen and he would look "innocent" able to say "I did nothing wrong." (He had told my Mum years before that staring at women's boobs was an intimidation tactic) I pause again here, to the world my uncle "claims" he was called a "child molester" he also "claims" his vehicle was keyed during and after this meeting. What my Grandma said was "stop acting like your convicted child molesting father" and no one in my family keyed their car. Though at the time, my Mum's vehicle had a nice scratch on it after my cousin was seen walking very fast by her car in a grocery parking lot. So fast forward to when my aunt got a stake calling to teach family history at the LDS institute building. I am not sure if my aunt's family believes in divine revelation... Before I knew that she was teaching that course, I was called to be a family history consultant, I was told to take the course during the week and teach what had been taught on Sunday. When I found out that my aunt was teaching the course, I voiced my concern to my Bishop, who told me "God works in mysterious ways" and that this might be the start to healing for our families, having something in common, she could teach me a lot. Instead, a campaign was waged against me, and when I went to defend myself a verdict were already made. I had done nothing wrong in going to her class, it was unfortunate that she chose to cancel the class because of her anger toward me and my family. They held onto "this" and used it against my family when we went to visit Uncle Jim and my cousin suddenly appeared to "take him away." Before Jim had told my Grandma that he had no money so my Sweet Grandma gave him money from her purse, she always kept a few dollars in her purse for an emergency. Again I pause and ask, If my aunt, uncle and their family were so concerned about Jim's welfare, why did they never contact any of the other cousin's. According to a letter, my uncle "claims" they did, but each cousin was personally contacted and asked if they knew anything about Jim, they did not. My uncle nor aunt told anyone that they were taking Jim's kids to court. My aunt and uncle tornadoed their way through and have no remorse for the destruction they left behind. No, they don't want to tell the part where they were older themselves with Grandkids and such, they don't want the world to know that Jim's stepson and he would have races with walkers (because he used one as well). And they certainly do not want the world to know that the rest of their family's blame them for the stress they put on his stepkids. The stress was considered to be contributing factors to their subsequent deaths. No, they only want to look like they were the "only" ones to have been able to "save" Uncle Jim, they were the only ones "capable" of taking care of his expenses, all money saved away for my greataunt's family taken from them. And to the world, they project that everyone else is the money grabber, that everything is always everyone else's fault. But yet the evidence points to them receiving all the money, they are the perpetrators who sued their own family, they are the liars, they are the ones who started the Emotional Trauma, funny how auntie sue was loved by her family and all she did was be rebellious and bitter, not taking accountability for her actions, pointing fingers at her sister and brother, instead of being a good sister, she instead was a horrible one and it transcends into the generations of their family, the fighting, the suicides, the divorces, the leaving of religion, the brokenness and lies they tell themselves as they look down their noses because they cannot handle the truth. They wouldn't go to family counseling, they wouldn't work with religious leaders when requested, and they choose and continue to choose not to resolve any of the issues because to them it is easier to villainize those around them then it is to look in the mirror and take accountability. Of course, they will point fingers saying everyone else is doing what they themselves are doing because it keeps up the facade of fakeness, and it keeps others from learning the truth. They continue to create chaos instead of resolution and there have been many resolution recommendations, but they continue to live in their hatred and delusional state. Now that Jim has passed, it has been over a year, and I continue to say, "He now knows the Truth of the matter."
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