Shortly after the debacle of stealing we moved out to the cesspool known as Chestermere Lake, once named by CTV News the most polluted lake in all of Alberta – about 20 km east of my old home in Willow Park in Calgary. Of all the decisions mostly influenced by our miserable cunt mother, this one was the worst… and she convinced our father to do it knowing full well the grotesquely negative effect it would have on Danny The Liar and me.
We had just moved out to Chestermere – about 5 km SE of the lake itself, to a parcel of land about 20 acres large and our closest neighbour was 500 feet away, instead of less than 10 feet as it was when you live inside of the big city. We went from postage-stamp lots of land to massive lots of land where every one of my neighbours in our small subdivision there, had more than enough “breathing room”, as it were. And I was fucking miserable. So far from the city and not exactly a way to bike there and back, we had no choice but to attend the local public school known has Chestermere Elementary/Junior/High School. Basically a country bumpkin paradise and filled with the detritus of farmland kids. Disgusting little bastards. And the teachers were just as bad. Horribly abusive, woefully immoral and quite undeserving of any respect.
What a situation.
I made friends easily enough there but it was the most emotionally jarring first day at school ever. My brother and I begged our parents to send us into town to go back to Glenmore Christian Academy (GCA) again but Dad didn’t want to drive us in every day and my mother being the sadistic cunt that she was, was still enjoying her revenge on us for stealing from her. To this day, I have never met such a sadistic and mean-spirited cunt as her. Mother dearest.
From that day on I was angry as hell. Angry at her, at my father, at God. Everyone. I despised being dragged out of my nice life in Calgary, from my school, GCA and most of all, from all my friends in the city. That entire move caused something like Post Traumatic Stress Disorder within me and I didn’t give a shit anymore. My grades faltered, and life didn’t seem worth living.
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Then his lie was told. He managed to convince my mother that I was the one causing his problems at school. That I came around with my friends to tease him. When in fact, it was him, who came to me at school with HIS friends, to tease me. It was sickening. He was desperately trying to find another enemy to unite him and his friends against me. He wanted to take the focus off of him and his pathetically anti-social ways onto ME. His own brother. His own blood! I tried to tell mom that it was Dan who brought this friends around to see me at school to make fun of me. She didn’t listen. Liars always stick together. They think their alliances will absolve them of their crimes.
His shitty treachery never worked though. And his nickname “Turtle” stuck and stayed with him throughout his time at Chestermere. Serves you right kiddo. Growing up, I always tried to figure out how someone could be so horrendously mean-spirited, to turn on your own blood the way he did. He always shocked the hell out of me when it happened. For many years and to this day, I always thought of him as The Devil himself. I suppose The Good Lord provided me with an example of what NOT to do in life, of how NOT to act towards others. He was it. But it was a painful example to endure for sure.
Thankfully, the Lord came through and I started going to Prairie High School in Three Hills, AB for Grade 10. That way, I was away from my miserable fucking parents, my miserable fucking brother and with a good group of Christian kids. I found a large group of friends there and it will always be the best years of my life. But, they were short years. I would only go to PHS for a year and a half. But that’s another story for another post.
Stay tuned folks. I’ll be uncovering many more lies in the future so check back every so often for more truth be told! You know what they say, the truth will set you free! God bless!