One thing I have noticed over the year's is how people seem to change around me. I used to always pride myself on being able to pick up on and read other people's energies. The last five year's have taught me a valuable lesson, that the living can be far scarier and deceiving than the dead, and what we think we know is a far cry from what really is.
It wasn't long before thing's started going south living with my god-sister, after almost 4 month's her true colors began to shine through as people's tend to do, especially once you live with them. I was warned by a close family friend before moving in with (L.F.) but naturally I disregarded his warnings and moved in with her anyway. In my mind she would have no reason to do me dirty or mistreat me but how wrong I would turn out to be. In the short time I lived with her I was greatly taken advantage of. I basically helped her pay all of her previous year's taxes on her home and every month I was handing her money for rent and unility bills of which I was never shown an actual bill for, ever. It wasn't until I started putting my foot down so-to-speak that thing's began to get tense around the house. I realized that I was handing her a lot of money every month and she was always asking for more. Keep in mind I was barely making enough on a restaurant wage to take care of my own bills at the time, let alone someone else's. So, one day I had a talk with her one on one and told her from then on I would have to see each bill that I was helping to pay and giving her money for. She didn't like this at all and began to do petty stuff around the house such as complain about my cat's or that I never took the time to take the trash to the dump, that was a five minute drive away. Even though I was working full time and she was home 24/7 and able to drive herself. She refused to work and was constantly getting denied disability benefits.
She began to go out of her way to make me feel uncomfortable at any and every moment she could. I yet again, found myself in a very shitty situation. One afternoon, I confronted her again about the way she had been treating me and it ended with her blockading herself in her room with many of my possessions's (gaming consoles and video games) while refusing to let me in to get any of them. This was the last straw for me, I had to leave. I couldn't live like this, I was trying to better myself and my life not put myself through more unnecessary hell. I left that day and went to rent a u-haul to move my stuff, (K.F.) and my sister (J.G.) and her boyfriend at the time all met me to help me move everything that afternoon. When I returned to my god-sister's home all the doors to the house were locked and her car was parked in the driveway, so I knew she was home. She never gave me a key to the house the whole time I lived with her. Myself along with the three of them began knocking on each door to the house (there were 3) one being directly connected to her bedroom. She completely ignored us, I had no option in the end but to call the police. After waiting outside in the blistering GA heat for almost 45 minutes the police officer showed up at her house and within a few minutes after the officer telling her she had to do so, she let me and (K.F) in to get my thing's but refused my sister or her boyfriend entry to help. We had everything packed up and ready to go within 25 minutes despite it. I was mortified and beyond pissed off that any part of that shit show ever took place. Needless to say, after considering (L.F) family for almost 27 year's at that point in my life, I never spoke to her again.
After leaving and moving out of my god-sister's house the only person I had left to lean on for help was my biological father (T.C.). Someone I had little to no relationship with at all. I had spent a handful of occassions with him since turning 18 and being legally allowed to. With his background and the history behind him it's always left me extremely unsure about his truth, therefore I always maintained a healthy distance. (T.C.) had offered for me to move in with him shortly after I had moved in with (L.F.) but at that point in time I had no reason to leave and felt I was helping someone who meant a lot to me, so I politely declined his offer. Luckily for me he was still more than happy month's later to let me move in with him, his wife, and their young daughter. So, I drove about an hour away to start again some place new. Within the first few week's I snagged a job as an assistant teacher at a local daycare center earning a decent wage. I learned a lot during my time there and met some amazing people in the process. It was during this time that I started experiencing extremely bad headaches that turned out to be tension headaches and extreme pain in my neck, shoulder's and back. Every morning I was eating Tylenol and ibuprofen for breakfast, I was in constant pain again. It felt like whatever had flared up prior to moving in with (L.F.) had come back with a vengeance. I boiled it down to stress and my bodies way of coping with it.
I can't recall exactly how long I lived with (T.C.) it was approximately for 6 months but the whole time I lived there nothing otherwordly or paranormal happened to me. No sleep paralysis, no disembodied voices, no shadow figures, nothing. I have always been left wondering why? I remember having a few conversation's with both (T.C.) and his wife at the time (C.C.) seperately. My Father found religion while imprisoned and considers himself a Christian, follows and believes in the bible to a T. His wife in turn was also a Christian and had told me that sometime after they moved in to their house they had the house blessed. I will be the first person to hold my hand's up and say that I am not religious by any means and I have a hard time accepting organized religion but it is the only house I have lived in for over a decade where nothing paranormal happened to me at all. Could it be coincidence? Of course. It is still very interesting to ponder about though, that maybe there is some power to prayer and blessing. For a while, despite the physical pain I was in, it was nice to feel "normal" again. I wasn't waking up to my name being called by a disembodied voices, I wasn't having SP episodes or seeing shadow figures. For a while, all those memories faded to black and I felt lighter.
