Dear Sister,
Subject: A formal, whimsical docket of boundaries and truths
In the spirit of wise counsel and the clarity of a well-kept case file, I submit this, not as a quarrel, but as a meticulous entry into the record of our lives. If you were not family, I would have pursued formal remedies, including police notification and civil relief. I am not duped by illusion; I have spent a year documenting a criminal stalker and another six months shouldering a second job—beyond being a mother—to aid the FBI and the U.S. Attorney in gathering evidence and building a federal case. I am seasoned in the standards of stalking, harassment, coercion, and threats, and I note with caution the unsettling echoes of my estranged family’s manner and mindset.
And so, let us be plain about boundaries: your repeated intrusions upon my privacy and property are unacceptable. You canvass neighbors to locate my address, you triangulate my whereabouts, you arrive unannounced, you circle my home, you rattle my door, and then you inundate me with insults about my “tiny” home and garden. In truth, what you deride is an expansive yard and lawn with tree groves, a three-bedroom house with a large deck, ocean views, and a bathroom with a bathtub. I cannot—nor will I attempt to—view my life or my dwelling through your distorted gaze, for I refuse to be the family scapegoat you would have me be.
You insist that my family loves me and that they simply do not understand why I have cut contact. Yet your goal appears not to reconciliation but to disrupt, to sow friction, to throw a monkey wrench into the machinery of healing. The police are aware of my boundaries and of my decade of no contact with my family. They have been informed that any further attempts to file false welfare checks to compel contact will be recorded as a pattern of conduct.
Your slapdash narratives and caricatures of my life, my home, and my parenting are not merely inaccurate; they are untenable in the light of truth, evidence, and the law. I will not entertain them as admissible matter for my peace. This docket entry is not a threat, but a clear statement of boundaries, expectations, and the continued protection of my wellbeing and that of my home.
In the spirit of the Fey and with the precision of a well-ordered case file, I request that you reflect on your actions, cease all attempts to contact or encroach upon my space, and honor the boundaries I have set. Should you persist in this pattern of conduct, I reserve all remedies available to me, including further lawful actions, to preserve my safety and serenity.
With ceremonial care for truth, privacy, and the sanctity of family boundaries,
Your sister who seeks fairness, safety, and peace
Enlightened, forty-something, and ever poetic in pursuit of justice for herself and her home