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The Message I Wasn't Meant to Receive

Redirecting… Tonight I learned something I should have known years ago. My stepmother died in July of 2022. I didn’t hear it from my father. I didn’t hear it from family. I found out because of collateral drama — the kind that spreads like wildfire in a tavern when someone knocks over a lantern and walks away pretending it wasn’t them. My sister sent some vague, cryptic message to my mother — nothing direct, nothing clear, just enough to set off alarms. My mom, already carrying her own history with her, spiraled into worry and called me in tears. Four years they haven’t spoken. Four years of silence since the hospital chaos, the Narcan incident, the fire alarm stunt, the eviction from the same building my mother still lives in. A trail of broken doors and scorched bridges. And buried inside all of that noise — like a hidden clause in a cursed scroll — was the truth: my stepmother had been gone for three years. And my father never told me. Now here...
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Mike and Emily are liars..

Redirecting… ’ve had one of those days—the kind where nothing is technically catastrophic, but everything is exhausting. I spent hours doing laundry again, burning time, money, and patience on machines that always seem to sense weakness. Meanwhile, the usual nonsense continues: people from Mike and Emily’s orbit linking to my blogs, poking around, trying to stir the pot. Some of what I’ve been posting is filed under literary instead of blogs—apparently that alone is enough to confuse people who can’t tell the difference between a spellbook and a tavern menu. Here’s the thing though: Mike and Emily are causing their own downfall. I don’t have to lift a finger. Time is doing the work for me. Fifty-three months and some change from now, I’ll be the one reclining on a Virgin cruise ship, out on the open ocean, salt air, horizon forever, surrounded by beautiful women and zero drama. They, on the other hand, will still be cold, bitter, and alone—crying into ...
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You Brought This On Yourself Mikey

Redirecting… At this point, Mike, the only lawful action left on the character sheet is a refund. The box-truck scheme is dead on arrival. You know it, I know it, and anyone who has read even a basic rulebook—legal or otherwise—knows it. In Maine, billboard laws are not optional side quests. A vehicle displaying signage must remain in motion unless it’s parked on property owned by the person the vehicle is registered to. You cannot park a truck with a message in front of someone else’s home or neighborhood. That’s not “free speech”; that’s targeted harassment, and the intent matters. The First Amendment is not a +5 Cloak of Invisibility. Time, place, and manner restrictions are real, enforceable, and well-established. So the “box truck” was never a viable build. It was illegal from the jump. Which brings us to the money. People donated under the premise that the truck would happen. It isn’t happening. That makes this a classic bait-and-switch—less clever ...
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