Shame on YOU, Neila
Have you ever been the reason
Why a hope subsides?
Opeth - "Voice of Treason" - Pale Communion - 2014
Much suffering came from Neila's ludicrous campaign to deny dignity and fairness to Dad and me, but perhaps the very, very worst was the ruination of the one time Dad had a chance to truly step up and, as a leader, make a difference for his son and truly feel like a man and father.
Of course, Dad helped make many good things in our lives possible with his hard work, reliability, kindness, and the fine example he set. He was, however, still a mere facilitator, a workhorse, a servant, an errand boy, and was largely treated as such. All decisions went through Mom and Dad's views were often not sought. If they did manage to intrude on matters, they were generally dismissed.
After The Istanbul Bunch had run roughshod on our lives for generations and Aydin's middle-aged children recently had massively bashed Dad's coffers and life with their intense warring and parasiti$m, the first thing he did when Mom died and our orderly transfer of power occurred was to end the appalling marginalization he and I suffered for so long.
I used the benefits extended by Dad to get health and dental care for the first time in decades, save Lisa's leg if not her life (and quite possibly mine, too), save three teeth, and put in place several things to greatly improve our quality of life and security far into the future. We bent over backward to not waste a penny.
An Inexcusable Existence
The Flozzies used the benefits extended by Dad largely to keep a corrupt, bloated, wasteful way of life afloat and support a feckless junkie in his 30s while stuffing the pockets of one lawyer after another.
We were profusely thankful to Dad, expressing so in detail and keeping him posted on the many advancements in our camp he spurred. The Flozberks not once sat down with the man and bothered to string together some PARAGRAPHS making clear how much he had helped them and how grateful they were. That does not mean squealing thanks while dashing out the door with the latest $5,000 check.
Ryan couldn't even be bothered to wish Dad happy birthday or merry Xmas even though Dad was unwittingly picking up the tab for the punk's dope!
His moment at the top was beautiful. For a painfully short time he was a patriarch, not a peon or a puppy. He cited what we accomplished together as the high point of his life, then Neila ruined it, and never even bothered to offer Dad or me a cogent explanation why.
The Bottom Line
It seems that Neila, annoyed that Dad and I had been acting without her distinctly unneeded approval and rattled over their latest squirt of resources from the embattled estate of Reagan's parents inevitably running out, seized power over my father, concealed how the walls were closing in on them, tried to knock me out of the picture, and went off the rails with a stunning hatchet job campaign after I pretty much told her to go fuck her fat, looney self.
That further demolished the end of Dad's already-shitcanned-by-the-Flozzies-life.
It's a tough call given the many misdeeds of The Flozberks, but I think it's maybe the worst thing I've ever seen anyone I know do.
Shame on you, Neila. You've neither the brains, nor the insight, nor the introspective courage to even begin to realize what a terrible thing you've done. If you're oblivious to it, that's almost as bad as the act itself.
You are a disgrace, plain and simple. Stop that! And a big middle finger to Reagan for failing to leash this lunatic he married.