Decades ago, a very long story concerning my Dad's side of the extended family in Oregon.
This has been my life over the last 28 years, after my paternal grandmother and my Dad's younger brother heinously betrayed me and called the police on me over heinous lies, all because I got sick and tired of my uncle laying around the house and would rather smoke weed than to work, he would take the $300 I would give to my grandmother for himself, eat the groceries I would buy for myself, and complain that I never bought any food he liked. He would be driving around in a car another uncle sold to him, while I would have to walk 2 1/2 miles to work and back because I couldn't afford public transportation because most of the rest of my money would pay to keep the lights, phone, cable, and even garbage pick up sercice, from being disconnected and discontinued, as well as cover my grandmother's habitual check writing. I had estimated that roughly 85% of my take home pay was going to them and keeping my grandmother from getting into too much legal trouble from her financial irresponsibility. The reason why I was living with my grandmother was because I promised my Grandfather I'd watch over and protect her after his death from cancer in 1992. The excuse my uncle was there was because he owed a shit ton of back child support, about $30,000 or so, so he refused to work to support his four daughters from three different women, one of them was from an affair he was having with another woman while his first wife was pregnant, who left him when his side hoe called her and said she was pregnant. The final straw was that he had been married and divorced five times, and his soon to be sixth was living there too, she worked but never contributed, one day she told me that I wasn't giving my grandmother enough money and demanded I give her $100 more every paycheck, that told me right there my uncle was behind it. I told my soon to be ex wife about it in Kansas, she invited me to move in with her, I put in my two weeks at the grocery store I was a cashier and stocker at, I made very good money there as we were union, and the general manager gave me a letter of recommendation that highly praised me. The night I had my last day at the store we got paid, I got a ride back to the house from the head cashier, had a gut feeling to count out my money in front of her and leave it on her dashboard, I went into the house to grab my duffle bag, my uncle struggled to get it away from me when I got , he was unable to, my grandmother screaming they had called the cops, she told dispatch I had stolen money from her and threw her to the ground, my uncle then hit me on the back of my head with something, it made me see stars but didn't knock me out and got back into my ride's car, where she was parked in the shadows and we went back to the store to wait out until the public bus route started up for the day. An hour later the cops showed up, interviewed me, counted out the cash in my wallet, called my ride who turned into my alibi, she told them what I had in my wallet, she even had a photo of my wallet on her dash while I was stuggling with my uncle, from a disposible camera she kept in her car in case of accidents. The cops then said that my uncle and grandmother wanted me to come back to the house to demand why I stole from her and pushed her down, so I said I'd go. When I got there with the cops who took me, the first thing the cops that interviewed me asked was why were they lying, then proceeded to say they had talked with my alibi and saw that in the store's surveillance camera that they called 911 about the same time I was leaving the store, apparently soon to be wife #6 called them from a payphone because she was watching for when I left to get my things. They then got mad and said that they were losing my paycheck and that without it they couldn't afford to live in the house or eat as good as they do. The cop who interviewed me asked if I wanted to press charges, I asked if I had to stay in Oregon, he said I had to, I told him I was going to Kansas, that I was done with them, the cop then told my grandmother and uncle they should consider themselves lucky. This happened almost five years to the day after my Grandfather died, and that my grandmother and uncle then spread their vicious lies about me to the rest of the family. I am just glad that neither my Dad or Grandfather were alive to see what happened, it would have torn them apart.
