That is an interesting relay Mr Musk. On the car window.

 

I recall this one time, with mom beside me on the driver's seat.

 

No one else was there. I can't recall the topic but

 

I remember being frustrated and half not as serious but

 

wanted to display that frustration  (I wouldn't

call it a joke but a misguided prank)

 

so I hit the corner of the car window top right corner,

 

with my knuckle, and to my surprise, it cracked.

 

So I looked at my mom in awe and she looked at me as well

 

and scolded me for it.

 

 

I'm guessing my sister is saying something along this

 

and twisting the story. I don't know.

 

 

She was never present in the car when I broke the corner

 

or her husband. Only when mom was there.

 

 

And I do have a habit of punching things out of frustration,

 

if I wasn't understood or being gaslit on or something like that.

 

 

Do understand things my sister and her husband did, they gaslit

 

us. Insulting me passively, using slurs in Korean, comparing

me to his freeloading cousin, and what followed were extreme slurs,

 

or asking me to help move the treadmill, but knowing that

the treadmill has this spring mechanism that spontaneously bends/

and my hand got trapped between it. And I am screaming in agony

as I think i'm losing my hand. (It was that powerful)

And the fucker *knew that was going to happen. He's just standing

there, callously. Expectant of that reaction.

 

And when I told mom this, she wouldn't believe it. I've also

told her, i'm shitting blood when I go to the bathroom when I

ate their sushi they brought over to me. Or some food.

 

Mom would not believe it. To that, I believe I punched in frustration

the car window again I believe... And cracked it.

That time I meant it I think. But mom scolded me for it because

we have to pay for the window and replace it.

 

 

And remember that, all their actions in hurting me, it was

exploitation of TRUST. Never as a reaction. 'I' am the one

reacted from that breach of trust.

 

(Asking me to lift the treadmill, as I like boasting about my

strength, he exploits it. Giving me food to eat, as they know

i'm happy eating.)

 

If there was no 'trust' they exploited, would they have

offered it in the first place?

 

And these weren't just once or twice. But I eventually

understood what was happening. As I was sick for a week

after they've visited.

 

The only time I got mad was over the phone,

I said we should take it outside with golf clubs

and beat up each other, see who comes out on top.

(It was dismantled from the phone, as he denies he has

no intent of harm, or insults)

 

this is after I knew the fucker (the sister's husband) planned that

treadmill thing, and after I knew something was going on

with the food, and subsequently following that slur directed

at me.

 

I suspected it but never accused them of stronger things.

As it would only make me look crazy. But something was happening.  

 

So no, if they are saying anything about the car window,

I have never violently applied force, not in front of them.

 

Only as frustration to explain to mom.

 

Further proof on that, was it was mom's car. (little red mazda,

or the jeep)

 

as toward my sister, never used violence. no.

 

she's had far, far, worse temper than i do. if to fight that

bitch means life or death, it don't matter strength difference,

she can kill me with a knife. as you know from the incident

during my teenage years, and when mom was sick she was trying

to attack her after her first brain aneurysm surgery.

 

the best i did, was in order to protect mom. I said the

thumb thing. and then quickly apologized.

 

 

so it was like this:

 

for every instance, they INITIATED UNFORGIVABLE THINGS,

 

and GASLIT me all the way. And I couldn't pinpoint,

 

only suspect it. And mom wouldn't believe me either.

 

 

 

I was a stupid, angry kid. But I had my reasons.

 

The bitch is relentless, and the husband was helping

 

every step of the way, discussing and planning alongside her.

 

 

Evil IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT when it comes to them.

 

 

 

 

If something insidious was happening.

 

And you have no proof, nobody would believe you.

 

 

Would you not go insane?

 

 

I knew what they were in part. And I was always angry because of that.

 

Eventually, mom would win the conversation. That they wouldn't

 

go that far, it's an misunderstanding or something like this.

 

 

But I know. That is a fucked up evil bitch and the husband

 

has always followed.