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The Conversation

September 23rd 2006

Some interesting points to the conversation with my sister.

- She asked me if I believed in God, no doubt prodded by my mother.
- She asked me to tell her why I hated my mother, again, I’m sure she’s just trying to get information for my mother. I told her that she wasn’t ready, even though she swore she was.
- She says she’s just very angry and confused about everything. No doubt.
- She said that her dad doesn’t tell her anything about the custody trial or what happened, only her mom tells her. Which just proves that mom is the one filling her head iwth all the stress.
- She doesn’t like going to church, she just “goes with whatever”. But she also “doesn’t feel comfortable” going to the Grove anymore. I know she has fun there, and no doubt it’s because of my mother. But I won’t be able to bring her anymore.
- She says mom admitted to her doing bad things in the past, all the guys she was dating, the fact that she lied about my dad, but that now she believes she should be forgiven (yeah right)

I did record the conversation, but it’s not intended for court, just for me.

On a side note, some pictures I took of my sister the last time she was over:

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2 Responses to “The Conversation”
  1. dawnmarie Says:

    that last pic is too cute! how old is she now?

  2. Crys Says:

    12 :) She’ll be 13 in January

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