The meeting with Carl B, the crazy Filipino bitch living next door to us, and me went well. The bitch had red eyes already upon my entering the 1000 am meeting in the library. We opened and ended the meeting with prayers.
She started out with that false accusation, cried about not being able to attend her mother’s funeral last November 2015 and about not following her father’s emphasis to ‘fight for her rights’.
I told her she had the right to remain silent. She didn’t understand ‘separation’, meaning to ‘stay away’ from us. I believe she is still married to Juan M. She stated his name fully.
After I offered my apology IF and only if I offended her and that I’m sorry for hurting her, she accepted. She used that word accepted around 1042 AM. Later she softly said she ‘is sorry, too’.
I didn’t wanna use adjectives and resorted to asking her questions. But she continued to evade and dodge, just like the old hag RHC. Carl B was good in moderating when the bitch diverted off the issue of what happened around July fourth – from stalking me on the road and to stand by a bedroom upstairs when Juan was putting the roof.
She said that someone saw Juan M and me at a Starbucks. Carl B asked me and I told him that I don’t drink Starbucks and that I have nothing to do with Juan M. He emphasized that she should remove that from her thoughts.
I forced her to answer a sharp ‘NO’ if she saw Juan and me together. I dropped my face to make her stop ranting and that worked. I missed a lot of technicalities such as her divorce and potty mouth, but that’s how it is.
She swore to God that she doesn’t lie and would take and afford a lie detector test to both Carl B and me. She said her late father was a mayor at her home town. She said her mother wasn’t strict or loud, like my mother.
In summary, she is a reptilian. She wouldn’t stop rattling and ranting and she continued to flick out her reptilian tongue. I kept my eyes on her the whole time and only glanced once to Carl B to my right to see him amused.
I could see a dark dot or raise black mole underneath her right eye. So to any local guys from my neighborhood, that’s your reference point. The corners of her eyes are upturned. She still rolls her letter ‘r’ due to the thick Filipino accent.
I wasn’t nervous but kept my gaze straight on her. She simply wouldn’t budge from her imagination. I noticed that her eyes were happy and that the good spirit emerged after I offered my apology and love and praise of her beauty and intelligence.
That my friend, is how y’all deal with divorced nutter, and more so with reptilianz. I couldn’t defend myself as expected by my mother. But I wanted to draw out that good spirit so I could control the bad spirit.
If she goofs, I’ll report her to Carl B and Father Mark G. It’s all I could do. I took notes and she said we had the money for lawyers. I asked her if she could afford the lawyer. She refused to answer.
This is typical for reptilians. They use emotional responses and weird unfounded imaginations to BLAME and snag the offending party. But by lowering my humor level in apology, I played her game.
Mom asked me what was my opinion. I said don’t trust her. The crazy bitch sheds crocodile tears. But I did mention ‘sensing’ the goodness in her. Carl B made the point that it doesn’t make sense for devout Christians to behave badly. He pointed out why would my parents allow me.
I couldn’t defend myself. I’ll take a grade of letter D or failure. Yup.
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