My sister had some kind of mental illness and was being evicted from her apartment in Portland Maine. The manager of her building called to tell me and recommended I come there and try to help her. I flew to Maine and the second day I was there she tried suicide but unfortunately couldn’t find enough pills to do the job correctly. It was just a “Pay attention to me” instead of a “I want to die” attempt. She has been pretty incompetent for years so that isn’t a surprise.
When she was taken away in the ambulance they send her to a mental health hospital where she stayed until I moved her to San Diego. When she decided to vilify me and my daughter I decided she was dead to me and threw her out of my house and my life. You fuck with my family at your peril and she did so I did. I think she might be dead but I don’t know and don’t care. These are the photos of what her apartment looked like. Don’t throw up.
Saturday Start
Saturday End
There is more but I want to spare you the trauma. Just imagine how bad it could have been looking at these photos.