The Narcissistic Drama Queen Finds a
way to play two parts!
A few days ago I went out to my car to
find it covered about a quarter of an inch thick with ice, both
caught in place flowing down the windows and over the body of the
car. It was not possible to see out of any of the windows,
something I had never experienced before, though I have lived in
snowy environments for any number of years. Additionally, a brief
examination of other automobiles parked nearby revealed my car to be
unique in this condition.
Curious.
I turned on the engine and ran the car
for a half an hour, getting out at intervals to scrape the windows
and remove the very miniscule layer of snow which had accumulated.
Since the car had been used the day before this gave me pause for
thought. It looked as if someone had turned a hose on my car for
some time the night before, allowing the water to freeze over and
over again.
I noted this in my log, which my
attorney asked me to keep on the many curious incidents associated
with Rayelan, the Drama Queen and Highly Psychopathic Individual with
whom I am presently in conflict.
I said nothing to her or anyone else
except counsel, filming and documenting, as requested.
The next day, as I was leaving the
house with my disabled son Rayelan remarked loudly on the previous
freezing conditions. I knew perfectly well her own car had shown no
sign of what I had seen exhibited on my own. I said nothing, simply
getting in my car and going about my business.
Thereafter, I have gone out once or
twice a night to check the car and clear off snow, as this is easier
even in normal conditions before the snow melts and refreezes, which
is does without creating the pattern of running water so obvious on
the occasion mentioned.
Last night January 1, 2014, I went out
twice. One the first occasion, at 2:30am, I cleared the car and
opened and closed the doors. The snow had accumulated to about four
inches but cleared easily leaving no ice on the car itself.
Then, after making breakfast I again
went out to dump the trash at 7:30am. On this occasion I again
cleared the car. Again, no appreciable ice on the car.
Returning to the house on the second
occasion I noticed drips of ice from the door knob. Odd, I thought.
The pattern of snow on the porch was not deep enough to account for
this. The door worked as usual, though I kept my glove on when
turning the knob. It closed and locked, again as usual. I locked
up, though when I had left the house it was unlocked and I always
lock the knob when leaving even for a few minutes.
Then, this morning, Rayelan, The Drama
Queen Downstairs began exclaiming over the door, slamming it over and
over again and leaving it open so the freezing air could rush into
the house and make it frigid on the second floor where I live with my
son. Again, I made no comment though I could hear her making
multiple phone calls on this frightful vandalism in the highly
dramatic inflections she employs on these, and nearly all, occasions.
Note that the slightly British accent
in her voice is the product of speech therapy necessitated by severe
problems in her adolescence. Any implication of an upper class
origin is entirely fantasy.
I surmise Rayelan, or one of her paid
cronies, doused my car. Then, Rayelan decided to make it look as if
I was retaliating so she doused the door knob and, perhaps,
even monkeyed with it in some other way.
This may be a set up for an entirely
new drama of trying to change the locks, which would, doubtless,
necessitate a call to the police, who I am loath to bother since
their time should be focused on activities of a more adult kind.
Rayelan is clearly frozen at a pre
adolescent emotional age, which makes sense when you listen to the
astonishing things she wants you to believe, including her stories of
a career working for the CIA in various roles. On reflection, these
are very much at odds with her present positioning as a Defender of
Justice against this Agency. But reality has very little to do with
it.
For a narcissist
it is always about them. Nothing which does not feature them in a
starring role is really of any interest what so ever.
I will continue to do as counsel asked
and document these incidents so the record will be available when
litigation begins. Another step on the path to that much wished for
event took place last weekend when counsel and assistant were able to
visit my cabin and note the various impacts of my absence on my
property there.
Ah! Interrogatories, Depositions. It
will make a great addition to the book, which is progressing nicely.