As a matter of fact in doing my (very) pitiful attempts to show that I’m able to count
to 3, I was even given the opportunity/challenge to demonstrate that I can
manage my money on my own, without the need to have a conservator take care of
it, for me.
What (very sadly 4 me) happened is that all I proved
is that I’m still a loving husband and super-dad.
But let me now give some details of this “pitiful financial trial” 😢Because for me too make this statement abundantly clear I can share few
important details about the way my test took place – no matter that my own attorney
disagrees with me – so here we go:
· My starting
amount of money to “play with” was the enormous amount of $3K
· Given
that my brain is injured I had no access whatsoever to any type of credit either from the bank where my “initial cash amount” was deposited in my name
· Same goes
for what concerns credit cards of any name and type
· My former
wife came in my room one afternoon just as I was looking at my bank account online
and moved – barely asking – to move $2K into her own (same bank but different locations), right
after I started to secretly hosted my dear son at night in my room where he slept on the floor for about 2 weeks.
· Each and
every night he came he asked me to loan a $20 bill that “I’m going to return as
soon as I’m paid for my work (he was truly working in a restaurant on State
Street and in a couple of other places…….also an ice creamery in downtown
· I had no
idea that the money he was “borrowing” from me (his only true dad)was
spent only to buy marijuana to make joints to smoke with his friends.
· After
having “borrowed” about $2.000 I firmly told him that - while he kept “borrowing" money from me - I was still waiting to see the first reimbursement and that
was the time when he was living in a rental with few other “friends”, I don’t
want to think how many joints they were all smoking every night
· That was
actually the time when we were talking together about our lives and it’s when I
understood with great clarity the reason why my son was getting stoned so much,
which explained why he was always short of money.
· His looking
to find an escape from his every day’s life to go in the marijuana’s world was –
rather simply – because his mother was trying to impose on him and his
sister that dr. B. as “their "father figure”, the fact that B. used to be my own
physiatrist had I went into a life of very violent rage on a 24/7 trend.
· Therefore
I tried for weeks to instruct my son to kill that rotten individual and make it
look like an “accident provoked by a minor……too immature to be able to clearly
understand how dangerous it was what had happened to that piece of crap.
· I was crying recently on the phone with his mother when telling her of the number of times I had
instructed my Brent to hurt that doctor B. red
so badly and so much that the being would be begging to be killed to at least end his pain (just one of my plans for the “sinners”).
· This is exactly
what Brent’s mother pretends to not understand: my Brent went into Marijuana
smoking to escape the reality that his mother was trying to force into both of
my treasures…..” that rotten B. (she was fucking for money) as their “father figure” (just like I hadn’t survived my incident). The result
of Brent’s mother behavior is that Brent is now already locked in a horrible
jail around L.A. for minimum 10 years and I’m absolutely sure that the way he’ll
get out of that prison is going to be in a gray plastic bag. Will this be my own fault? Please do know that not only I was company president in several different companies (based both in the USA and in EU), but I used to tell to the financial team the way I wanted to see (calculated and organized) the reports.......in "my way"
Now, I want to ask to my readers, to please comment here below.
- https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4709025/
- https://psycnet.apa.org/record/2005-14548-005
- https://www.consumer.ftc.gov/blog/2014/02/managing-someone-elses-money
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