Whimsical Docket Entry: A Fey Note to My Two-Faced Sister
Dear Sister,
In the grand gallery of family theater, if you were not kin, I would have filed the police report and a civil suit yesterday, Your Honor’s courtesy aside. I am no longer swayed by fogs of illusion; I spent a year documenting a criminal stalker and an additional six months shouldering a second, unpaid job—quite the single mother’s burden—assisting the FBI and U.S. Attorney to gather, organize evidence, and buoy a federal case against him. I am well schooled in the legal standards of stalking, harassment, coercion, and threats, and I recognize, with a shiver of unsettling truth, the unsettling M.O. and mentality that shadow our estranged family. Harsh, but true.
Let us be lucid about your incessant violations of privacy, boundaries, and property. You canvass neighbors to triangulate my whereabouts, arrive unannounced, circle my property, rattle my front door, and follow up with emails—slathering insults about my so‑called “tiny” home and garden. In truth, my home is a generous yard with tree groves, a three-bedroom sanctuary with a large deck, ocean views, and a bathroom with a tub large enough for daydreams. To view my life or my home through your eyes would be to don a costume I refuse to wear: the family scapegoat’s rag.
You insist that my family “loves me” and has “no idea” why I cut contact, yet your true motive rings loud: you simply want to throw a monkey wrench into my peace. The police are aware of my boundaries; they have been informed that I have had no contact with my family for a decade. They have made clear that any further attempts to file false welfare checks to compel contact will be logged as a pattern of conduct.
Your slander, false narratives, and caricatures of me, my life, my home, and my parenting are unacceptable. Consider this a whimsical, yet binding, docket entry: I protect my boundaries with the precision of a well-tuned courtroom drama, and I will not be drawn into your theatrics any longer.
With perfumed restraint and a firm, enlightened gaze,
Your sister, the docketed sky, navigator of boundaries