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Hello. Sorry about any confusion here. Let us begin with that the lady I refer to as Diane Feinstein....or DIFI....is my friend, who looks exactly like Diane Feinstein.

Regular readers kind of , sadly, follow my story and it IS awful and I am not proud of that.

But the “more on DIFI” later just referred to my friend and her obsession to sweep up all the dog poop, her insistence on cleaning up the front porch, a beautiful front porch with glorious huge columns I might add.

I thought to myself, man someone ought to clone this woman.

So okay....two more things here to those following the story WHICH I AM NOT MAKING UP!

We all like sympathy. When life throws us curve balls, nothing better than to call Mom, or a friend, or a lover....and have a shoulder to cry on, such as it may come about.

I never much wanted people to sympathize for me because there’s one big catch with sympathy....SOMETHING BAD MUST HAPPEN TO YOU BEFORE SYMPATHY IS GIVEN!

That is, of course, unless you fake the events calling for sympathy then it’s the best of both worlds. I get your warm love and caring while absolutely nothing of any consequence has happened to me to cause me to deserve it. This is when she gets online and tells the people in a cancer newsgroup, when she was 16 we caught her, that she has brain cancer.

And she’s done this kind of thing constantly ever since, always wanting to kill herself...83 suicide threats...EIGHTY THREE...I got dates and times, some reasons. How many do we get? Is there a limit for how many suicide threats we make before those of us who are tormented get to say..GO AWAY. Once, during a school meeting, while she sat in her chair, beautiful blue eyes welling with tears as the administrators, guidance counselor, principal told me that the suicide prevention line called the school, that daughter was working on suicide....I looked at daughter, exasperated and in front of the whole bunch of school people and said, softly and kindly...”Melissa, people can help you in times of big personal troubles. But NOBODY CAN MAKE YOU WANT TO LIVE!”

I swear I saw the principal and guidance counselor smirk. Seems they too were sick of her and this, yon ladies and gems, was when she was only 16 for God’s sake. She’s now 38 and it’s been torture and torment ever since....I wished so many times that she’d stop telling us all about it and do it already.

But a suicide threat is an instant admission to the loony bin. Try it sometime.

Second thing....daughter does not want to be around happy people. Now by “happy”, in the name of the Father, the Son and Holy Ghost, I mean people that live their lives, read books, suffer through the flu, take vacations, stitch up some clothes, paint a picture, watch a beloved TV show....have hobbies and stuff that make them happy.

Because daughter cannot stand a life not in a hospital so why the hell should YOU (”you” being whoever around her being happy and living outside of a hospital) be happy while I’m miserable.

She loves miserable people. You should have seen the jokers she was bringing into that house....folks I just didn’t know what to do.

Since I was such a said happy person, I had to be punished, my happiness had to be stopped. She knows I like to write so she read a column I wrote, in which I mentioned a local DJ that I once liked. So after she ambushed me with accusations that I was poisoning her, grabbing my medicine cabinet saying she’ll find my poisong....well after that ambush....she then calls up the Wilmington Journal and all kinds of other outlets....and I am besieged with phone calls.

Also she calls that local DJ mentioned in my column, you think that’s a coincidence?...and tells him how I murdered my husband, spouting over the radio air waves how Billy was find one minute and sick the next and don’t look away yon readers on this thread, every one of you remember my struggled with my husband, his brain-infection, how I had to infuse him every day, 8 times a day....2am, 5am....on and on. And I did so with love in my heart and he did recover.

She knew that would hurt me to tell people I killed him.... but there’s more.

Then she takes my books that I wrote about her, takes them all right out of my garage....she knows it was about her and she didn’t want anybody to know. Why should she care I ask yon reader?

Even now, just last week, she sends me a private message that she still loves me and misses me. Course she needs money for Mountain Dew and cigarettes....I am the enemy...a happy person living their life.

I still think what she did, after so long and recovering from her hate like I’ve had to do, is criminal. I don’t know the answer yet but I’m thinking that instead of a hospital, maybe dear daughter needs to spend some time in jail.

I will be working on this.