A good day for good riddance

The impasse. According to his little mind: If I refute the lies I have been “fish baited” if I don’t I have been “squashed” as a mosquito. The truth has always been we are not the bullies nor are we the instigators. So can’t be baited and can’t be squashed... My uncle is the one who has been baited and squashed. Every time he looks us up he has been baited, every lie and every malicious remark made, he is squashed a little bit more. He chokes himself with the noose he put around his neck. Our very existence annoys him to no end. Our very lives are a victory because he cannot let go. This blog is out for all the world to see and he is the one who will be baited time and time again... every time he comes to this blog he is on the hook and becomes like the drug addict who needs their hit, his disease is not being able to stop stalking and spying on my family... Probably because he wants what we have and will never obtain it in this life. When I had heard that my uncle had died, I wanted to know so I checked to confirm the truth... but low and behold it was a confirmation that he can not let it go, he and his family lost, he pretends to have won, but he lost. In the great day of Judgement, he will have to stand before our maker and account for what he has done. The only way he will ever win is to apologize, but as he reads this, we both know he could not ever do that, the mental illness that runs in his family would never allow him to make amends and that is why unless he and his family make amends, he will always and forever be the loser. That he has to keep stalking, how was it that his daughter put it, oh yes. Like a cockroach crawling out of its hole is what he will continue to do. This blog has always been a way for me to combat his filthy feet. He cannot stay away and like a dog to its vomit, he will come here, again and again, looking for a way to get into my family’s life. Always on the outskirts looking in. With no power. No matter how much his ego lies to him. He will never have any power to destroy my family. No power to affect our happiness and no power over our lives. No matter how many lies are told, no matter how much he lashes out like a child in a tantrum trying to get our attention, he will never get what he wants because like a cockroach he has no power. We will always be the happier ones and have the last laugh victoriously either with or without y'all. #Theonesthatgotaway