I wrote my Uncle Mike letters as he would send me money to help after I had to quit my last real estate job. He and my Mom were talking about me behind my back and as they would kick me at the same time. They kicked me, laughed at me struggling and then used my reaction to spread horrible lies about me.

My Uncle Mike did the same sort of thing to my Grandma and Grandpa. He got my Grandpa in trouble with his taxes, my Grandpa hung himself because of it in 1998 and then they tried to cover it up and called my Grandpa crazy and paranoid.

On the bright side: God showed me “letters” years ago so already saw that coming.

Another bright note: I volunteered at a thrift store today and God saved me once again.

In Jesus’ name. Amen.