I Think it's Way Too Late

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Wonka, my last official day of doing anything for them was 2/18. That's when I texted the assistant basically I haven't heard from you all day, so I'll assume we're done here. Your IT guy can take it from here - good luck.

That's why this text out of the blue 10 days later was so weird. Why is she going through old texts? Something else going on.

Other than that - I've had zero communication with her, and the W has been well over a month. Unless you call that weird drive-by when I was out for a walk communication.

I'm really hesitant to ask for access to the house again, but when I finish this art piece I'm working on I'd really like to scan it. I just can't stand the thought of the weirdness I'll need to put up with to get that done. It's so disturbing I have to be afraid to ask for access to my house and my things. But I am. This latest "encounter" makes it even more so. Now it's gone from nagging to hate and hurtful insults.

I suppose the thing that makes me hopeful (wow, this is sad) is that if this is echoing the W's sentiments, then hate is better than indifference (to put it into Thornton's words).

Oh, BTW I did text the assistant back this answer: "Every night I pray for you and your Father. I will continue to do so"

Didn't hear back all night.

I think silence would mean she won. How can you come back with a snotty answer to that? And, I did pray again for her and her ailing Father, like I do every day.