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Attached to this post are four (4) images. The purpose of this post is to show how my family (these images - accurate, true and correct evidence evidencing my sister, Shalene Sumter Ryall) pretends to the world how they care about and love me but in reality this is just a front as to me, they berate me and call me names and wish me harm. And how they are nothing but fake users. The top left image is of a text exhange I had with my nephew, Alex Ryall, on 11-6-20. He had asked me questions to which I responded the truth and then my sister, Shalene Ryall, grabbed the phone from him and began to berate me calling me a "fucking twat." The top right image is of an email my sister, Shalene Sumter (Ryall), sent me on 6-9-21 beginning with the line "Happy Pride." She concluded her email with "Love, Moose. The bottom right image is of a comment my sister, Shalene Sumter (Ryall) posted to my Instagram Account on 10-23-21 (after I had blocked her account and she made up another account under the name "Shalene Sumter" to stalk me). Here, to my 25,000 plus followers at the the time, calls me a liar by stating "None of this is true., We all love you very, very much and wish you would reach out. We miss you."

The bottom right image is of a comment my sister, Shalene Sumter (Ryall), posted to my Facebook account under a fake account she also created there using the name "Amy Waltman." Here she defends my mother and father, Gloria Sumter and Leonard Sumter Jr., for sexually molesting me when I was nine (9) years old and inadvertantly admits how my parents falsely accused another, completely innocent, man named Terry Breland of actually being the one that sexually molested me. This "Amy Waltman", who is actually my sister, then accuses me of having "psychotic episodes" and berates me. My sister using the fake account "Amy Waltman" posted this to my Facebook page not long before I had the seizure during which I broke my jaw. I need to also state that both of the fake accounts my sister created (IG-"Shalene Sumter"; FB-"Amy Waltman") were in response of me posting how "I was having to take my family to court" and how that "stressed me out and caused me to have seizures" (Instagram on 10-23-21) and how I "filed a lawsuit against my family" (Facebook in September of 2022). Also, between my sister creating a second Instagram account so she could continue to stalk me despite being blocked and made nasty slanderous /libelous comments on my post by calling me a liar to my 25,000 plus followers and her creating a second fake Facebook account "Amy Waltman", I took my sister to court for making up the first fake account under her nee, "Shalene Sumter", to stalk and harass me. The judge in that proceeding told my sister to stop creating fake accounts and to stop posting to my social media accounts. To evade taking responsibliity for her actions (obviously not a social media afficionado, my sister purported to the judge that she only changed her Instagram account name from "Shalene Ryall" to "Shalene Sumter" due to her impending divorce. Anyone remotely familiar with social media privacy preferences, understands that by changing the name on an account has no affect as to whether you are blocked. It's the ACCOUNT which is blocked, not the name of the account.

This evidences for what reason my sister subsequently created the "Amy Waltman" Facebook account - she believed she would she be safe from legal recourse for her stalking. I have, on many occasions, plead with my family to please cease all stalking and harassment as its stress causes me seizures. Why are they so insistent to deny me access to the courts / judicial system? , According to Official Code of Georgia Annotated (Georgia Law) this is explicitly indicia of their guilty. Yet, after nine (9) years of harassment, threats and retaliation they still refuse to relent, instead doubling their efforts. This is evidence of their overt actons to cause my seizures. It also is inculpatory of attempting to murder me as it would be. FYI, you can click on any of the images attached to this, or any post, to see the full text / content of the image.

Oh, one more very important point to show. The top right image which is of the email my sister sent me on 6-9-21 asking questions because she had audio, video and photographic evidence of her then husband, John Ryall, being abusive to my nephews and how she was taking him to court. But shown in the top left image, which is of a text message my sister sent me on 11-6-20 calling me a twat then stating "at least [I] quit calling CPS on her family." That is because after witnessing the abuse of my nephews by both my sister, Shalene Sumter, and my brother-in-law, John Ryall, I had called DCS (Department of Child Services) in August 2014, but not since. But she admits via email in June 2021 that this abuse was occuring.

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The attached picture is of an email exchange between my sister’s ex-husband, John Ryall, and me on November 9th, 2020.

The highlighted paragraph is an email I sent my then sister’s husband, John Ryall, asking him to please stop sending me harassing emails as they cause me anxiety, loss of sleep and seizures. The day before he sent me an email attempting to intimidate me into ceasing the court proceedings I instituted in which I am just exercising my 1st Amendment Right to the Constitution to petition the government for a redress of grievances and also application for arrest warrant. The night before when he sent me the harassing email, I had a seizure while sitting at my laptop and broke my laptop during the seizure.

The highlighted portion at the top is his response to my request in which he says, “Good one ole chap. Nothing harassing there, just a request for you to leave your sister and mother in peach old boy”

Keep in mind this is the 2nd email, actually the 2nd communication I have ever received from my former brother-in-law, John Ryall, in the twenty-two (22) years he and my sister were married. The first being the email he sent me the night before trying to intimidate me into ceasing the legal proceedings. Never before has even spoken to me, not even at holidays.

Next I will post/show how it is my mother and sister who are harassing me and stalking my social media accounts. I already showed in a few previous posts this “Amy Waltman” who is a fake Facebook account my sister made up to harass me on Facebook and to berate and degrade me to all of my friends and folllowers.

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The attached picture to this post is an email my mother, Gloria Sumter, sent me on June 15th, 2021. She also sent it to my sister, Shalene Sumter. It’s the bottom paragraph. If you notice where I highlighted in yellow my mother says,

“she just wants to prove Marty wrong cause she’s being a real lying bitch. All has to do with divorce.”

Well the “she” she is referring to is my sister, Shalene Sumter, and the “Marty” is my sister’s former husband, John Ryall’s, mother, Marty Ryall. So as you can see here, as soon as people decide to be individuals, to not agree with my family in anyway, my family stabs them in the back and calls them names as here my mother calls my sister’s former mother-in-law a “real lying bitch.” They also go around and try to make other people not like them as well.

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I learned over the years though that:

1. My mother had always been completely obsessed with me;

2. This, her obsession, is probably what led her to sexually molest me;

3. She didn’t like anyone who liked me, spent time with me or helped me in anyway;

4. She would use guilt trips to keep me from visiting or seeing high school friends when I would come home to visit when I was in college, lived in New Orleans and lived in Atlanta;

5. She made up all kinds of rumors about me and other people to prevent me from having friendships or romantic relationships;

6. She also always seemed very jealous of any friends I had or even casual romantic relationships (especially ones of a sexual nature or ones that might lead to long-term or partner/permanent)

Well, when my aunt’s husband, Gene McKay, would go camping with my grandfather, they obviously developed a good friendship. I’m not exactly sure how it happened but at some point my grandfather worked a reciprocal agreement with my uncle Gene where he and my aunt would pay my grandfather and grandmother’s mortgage until they both passed away and my grandfather would leave his house, tools, boat, cars etc. to my aunt Pam and uncle Gene. This came from my own mother’s mouth, she is the one that told me back when I was approximately fifteen (15) years old. She was so mad about it but for what reason I had no idea at the time. She and my father didn’t need any money and my mother’s other sister own’s a global adhesives and sealants company based out of Chicago. In fact, my parents and my mother’s two sisters had been splitting three ways my grandparents’ health insurance premium each month for as long as I can remember (I think since at least 1989 or may be even longer). However, despite my parents offering to do this, they would bad mouth my grandparents behind their back accusing my grandparents of taking advantage of them. My mom’s other two sisters never said anything negative about them all paying my grandparents health insurance. My mother even told me the reason she and my father were doing this was because they wanted my grandparents to “enjoy what little money they had left.” You should also understand that my grandfather built my parents’ house for them, cleared the land, and supervised the contractors and literally built their house for them. All free of charge. My parents did end up giving my grandfather a few thousand dollars but he never asked for it. Also, my grandparents owned two houses located on the same piece of property and the entire time my parents’ house was being built, by my grandfather, he and my grandmother let my parents, my sister and I all live in their 2nd house completely free of charge (for about 3-4 months). Also, one other thing comes to mind. When my family (mom, dad, sister, and I) lived in Louisville, Kentucky (from 1986-1989), my grandfather came all the way up to our house in Louisville by himself and built a huge deck for my parents. He had been a contractor for many years and knew a lot about building. I mean my parents, and even I helped to nail nails into the deck but it was my grandfather and his knowledge that built the deck.

So, back to my aunt Pam. So, every Christmas Eve my aunt Pamela McKay would host a little get together at her house for my grandmother’s birthday. This is my mother’s mother, Mae Champagne. So after my family had psychologically and mentally abused my aunt Pam and she quit going to church and became an alcoholic and drug addict (she became addicted to Xanax) and she would host these Christmas Eve get togethers, she would be drunk and stumble over floor pillows and fall. She was so depressed and hurting. Well, my sister, Shalene Sumter, and her then husband, John Ryall, and my mother, Gloria Sumter, would just sit there and laugh at my aunt and make fun of her. All while they sat and ate all the nice food my aunt had spent all day making and drinking her wine and liquor. It was horrible. I am not the type of person that can do that, and I can’t stand to be around others that are either.

This of course was after about two (2) years or so of absolutely no family get togethers because my mom, dad, and sister wouldn’t have anything to do with my aunt Pam McKay (my mom’s sister) and they would do nothing but badmouth her. The whole time my family wouldn’t talk to my aunt and were nothing but cruel to her, I would always try to talk to my mom trying to explain that I’m sure my aunt Pam didn’t mean to do anything deceitful or underhanded. I kept telling my mom that all they were doing was hurting her and tearing our family apart and that they should talk to my aunt and move on so we could have family get togethers again and try to all be a family. For some reason my mom and my sister love to sew discord and to talk negatively about people and to start rumors. It’s like they have nothing better to do.

Well, all of these rumors and sewing discord comes back to the fact that I was sexually molested by my parents and they want to make sure that there was no one to help me in anyway when they started to do things to me. The reason my mom, dad, and sister were so mad about my aunt Pam and uncle Gene agreeing to pay my grandparents’ mortgage and in turn my grandparents leaving their house to them was because my parents wanted to be able to take what my grandparents had and to use it to finance their hate crimes. I only know this to be fact with some of my grandparents’ stuff and/or money and the reason I know is because one of the people they paid showed me all of my grandfathers’ tools that my parents had given him. They are very distinct Craftsman tools from (maybe the 70′s or 80′s) they are solid grey with the rectangular red Craftsman logo. They also used the selling of my grandparents’ house as payment to a female I went to highschool with as she is a realtor in Mississippi. Then my sister, Shalene Sumter, and her then husband, John Ryall, also had this same female sell their house in Vancleave for them also. Now, none of my family even knew this girl except for me knowing her in highschool and they all talked bad about her then. But, I guess some people have no integrity and will do just about anything for money as did this girl I went to highscool with.

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The fifth individual I would like to talk about is my my mother, Gloria Sumter’s, sister Pamela McKay (my aunt). Although she’s not dead, they did seriously mentally/psychologically abuse and torcher her.

This occurred when I was about fourteen (14) years old and lasted for about two (2) years until they were able to force my aunt to conform to their wishes and help them in their nefarious and disgusting ways. This of course was not before they managed to get her to stop going to church, up until this very day, turn her into an alcoholic and a drug addict.

Just prior to my mother, my sister and the rest of my family ostracizing my aunt Pam and forbidding her from being a part of the family, attending family holidays or get togethers and everyone completely refusing to communicate with her in any way, my aunt’s husband, Gene McKay, would regularly go camping and hunting with my grandfather, Maurice Champagne. This was mother’s father. He spent a lot of time with me growing up, hunting and fishing. He was very good to me and never treated me any different despite the fact that I was gay or “different.”

When I was in middle school and only 12 and 13 years old my mother began constantly bad-mouthing my grandfather (her father) to me. It was like she was trying to turn me against him by making up lies about he and my grandmother and also trying to manipulate my emotions and the fact that I cared about her to make me mad at him. My mother would tell me that my grandfather would play board games with her when she was young and that he would cheat in order to win. She would then tell me that he and my grandmother had all kinds of money problems when she was a child and that my grandfather would make her answer the phone when creditors would call and to say that he was not there.

Well, when she would say stuff like this to me I would wonder why she saying all of this to me. None of this was anything I knew of my grandfather and she knew he and I had a good relationship so even if it were true, why would she tell me all of this? Why would she try and turn me against him or to make me not like him? Well, it didn’t work. I honestly though she was crazy. I loved my grandfather very much and he was really the only person in my family who would spend time with me.

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So since my sister, Shalene Sumter, and her then husband, John Ryall, made the trip to Wyoming/Montanna to see my nephew at this “troubled youth farm,” instead of going to my parents’ house in Vancleave, Mississippi for Christmas, my parents decided to drive up to Floyds Knobbs Indiana in February 2020 where she and her husband lived to visit them. Now, this had to be cleverly planned by my mother, my sister, and my sister’s then husband, John Ryall. I will explain why. My sister had the influenza virus, “the flu.” The flu can be deadly to anyone who does NOT suffer from COPD or emphysema but most people know that, and I know that they definitely know in my family as it has been discussed an abundant amount of times ever since my father had been diagnosed with emphysema, it’s extremely dangerous/deadly for anyone who DOES suffer from COPD or emphysema. My mother, my sister, and my sister’s then husband, John Ryall, concealed the fact that my sister was sick with the influenza virus. They didn’t want my father to know but they all knew, as was their intent, to surreptitiously cause him to be infected with the influenza virus and to kill him. This was in fact a murder.

The top attached picture is my father, Leonard Sumter Jr’s, death certificate. It denotes that my father died on 2-13-20 after contracting the influenza virus which exacerbated his emphysema. Further proving that my sister, Shalene Sumter, planned this with the intent to kill my father is the fact that she was too cowardly to show her face at my father’s funeral. She didn’t even have enough respect for my father to go to his funeral. Despite everything my parents have done to me, I was there. I needed closure and I didn’t ever want to regret not being there. As a matter of fact, I was the ONLY person that spoke at my father’s funeral. It was pretty weird. No one wanted to say anything about him. Still I felt as though it was my duty as his son to show him some respect in death.

When I was sixteen (16) years old I took flying lessons for one year. I flew single engine Cessna 152′s through the Aero Club at Keesler AirForce Base; I took ground school; had a flight instructor; passed my written; and completed all the hours needed to obtain my private pilot’s license. When I made my first solo flight - this is the first time you actually take the airplane up by yourself. It consists of three (3) “stop & gos.” This means that you take off, circle the airport, land, bring the airplane to a complete stop and then repeat two more times. Well when I completed my first solo flight, my father gave me a framed copy of a famous poem called “High Flight.” I have attached a picture of this poem to this post, just below my dad’s death certificate. So, at my dad’s funeral, I read this poem from the pulpit to the congregation. Flying was one of the only things my dad and I were ever able to “connect” through and talk about. So, it seemed appropriate

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The fourth deceased individual I would like to talk about is my father, Leonard Sumter Jr..

Despite the fact that he and my mother, Gloria Sumter, have been at the epicenter of this conpsiracy, about two-three (2-3) months prior to his death he actually voiced his desire to the remaining conspirators that he wanted this conspiracy to end and for everyone to leave me, Craig Sumter, alone and in peace. He also offered to buy me a new car (well he technically offered to lease me a new car). Well, apparently all the remaining conspirators, especially my mother, my sister, and my sister’s husband (John Ryall), didn’t like this.

My father suffered from COPD (Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease), most specifically emphysema. He had a hard time walking very far, and had difficulty breathing. No one knew this better than his wife, my mother (Gloria Sumter) and my sister (Shalene Sumter). All my mother, sister and her husband ever cared about was money and hurting me. Well my sister and her husband would normally go to my parents’ house in Vancleave, Mississppi for Christmas but in December 2019 my sister and her husband instead went to visit their youngest son, my nephew (Alex) at a rehabilitation for troubled youth where they were paying for him to be a resident. It was a farm, I believe it was either in Wyoming or Montanna. Well during his stay there, my nephew tried to take his own life by trying to commit suicide. Thank God, another one of the residents - an older teen - prevented him from succeeding at his attempted suicide. It makes complete sense that my nephew would try to commit suicide. First off, my sister and her husband had been physically and mentally abusing him for years - something I tried to be present for and help him and for which I was threatened by my sister, her husband and my mother for doing and for which they also retaliated against me for trying to help him. Second, my sister and her husband allowed me to develop a relationship / friendship with my youngest nephew, Alex, only for them to then prevent us from communicating. They of course were doing this with the intent of hurting me, but he was only five (5) years old at the time. Of course it would be much more traumatic and hard on him only being five. Then, instead of actually helping my nephew they dumped him on a farm for troubled teans paying a $6000 entrance fee followed by $5000 per month for him to be there. He wasn’t even allowed to call his parents except for one (1) fifteen (15) minute phone call per week. ONE CALL PER WEEK! When I went to prison I made two to three (2-3) fifteen (15) minute phone calls per day! And it was STILL hard on me being there. And essentially, this farm for troubled teens is like a juevenille detention center but with animals. It consists of all different aged teenagers who are one step away from going to prison for all types of different problems or crimes. My nephew even disclosed to me the last time we spoke (two years ago) how he was physically beaten by one of the older teenagers in the program. So after they basically just dumped him into this residential program for troubled youth, they pretty much abandoned him so that they could continue trying to hurt me and thwart all my attempts to file criminal charges and civil complaints against them for their crimes and torts.

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Well, after my grandfather, Maurice Champagne, died my grandmother, Mae Champagne, moved in with my aunt, Pamela McKay, who is my mom’s sister. My aunt Pam purported to want to look after and help my grandmother. My grandmother lived with my aunt Pam for a good while, like a year and a half or so. Then in 2008 when I went to prison, and almost immediately, my mother, Gloria Sumter, my father, and my aunt, Pamela McKay, put my grandmother in a nursing home in Pascagoula, Mississippi. And almost immediately after being put into the nursing home, my grandmother “fell” and broke her hip. She died not long after. It was almost as if they put my grandmother into the nursing home so as to instigate her falling and to thereby relieve themselves of any liability for my grandmother breaking her hip and her resultant death. I believe based on the timing and how they spoke of it that they wanted her to die.

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NON OF HIS BUSINESS

I again reminded him that it is was NOT a condition of my parole and I added that I wanted to go see my Uncle Mike in the Mobile Infirmary and would be going from there to Vancleave, Mississippi to see my parents, Leonard and Gloria Sumter. So then Parole Chief Sang told me he was going to give me a drug test. I said “okay.” He then gave me a urine test and I was completely clean / drug free. After he saw the result, he asked me “Well when was the last time you used drugs?” I responded by stating, “Never.” I said this becuase there was never any record anywhere of me ever using any drugs although I’m sure I had used them at some point in my life before then. But that is information I didn’t want them to have as it is my private business. So he then said they would approve a travel pass for me to go to Mobile, Alabama to see my Uncle Mike in the Mobile Infirmary and then to go to Vancleave, Mississippi to visit my parents. They gave me two pieces of paper. One to be signed by the Sheriff’s Department in Mobile, Alabama attesting to the fact that I was in Mobile and the other to be signed by the Sheriff’s Department in Vancleave, Mississippi also attesting to the fact that I was in Vancleave. Well, when I got to Mobile Infirmary, my Uncle Ronnie was there waiting. Aparently, he and my dad didn’t want me to see my Uncle Mike alone. I’m sure because they didn’t want my Uncle Mike to disclose anything to me about what he knew my family was doing to me. When I entered the NICU at Mobilie Infirmary my Uncle Mike looked as though he was catatonic and he looked very terrified. I was never allowed to speak with him alone or in private so he never got to tell me anything and he literally died a couple of days after I came to visit him - just as my dad had prophesized / fortold. Now, I want everyone to make note here that this is the first of several individuals that I am going to associate with my family and their conspiracy that literally fell one time and died afterwards.

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Now I would like to draw some loose association with the people involved in this conspiracy and to mysterious and coincidental deaths of certain individuals. I say “loose” because I do not have all of the proof for some of the individuals, and for some of the deceased individuals, I have no proof. But it is my unwaivering belief that my family and their co-conspirators are responsible for the deaths of the individuals I am about to mention.

For the first deceased individual I would like to talk about is my uncle, Mike Sumter. The reason I know without a doubt that my family killed him is because about 7-10 days prior to his death my father, Leonard Sumter Jr., called me and told me that if I had anything I wanted to say to my Uncle Mike that I should call him. My dad then said my Uncle Mike had lung cancer and was going to die. He followed this statement by telling me that my Uncle Mike hadn’t been diagnosed with lung cancer or anything but that they all knew he was sick and would be dying soon. It was so very wierd. Well, just conveniently the day before this my Uncle Mike had called me for the first time in his entire life. I was happy to get a phone call from my Uncle Mike (he was my dad’s brother). I love family. It just turns out that most everyone in my family is pretty effed up and evil. They love to sew discord. During the phone call with my Uncle Mike, my Uncle Mike offered for he and his wife, Marsha, to meet me at my parents’ house if I made a trip to Mississippi to visit them. He seemed concerned for me or my safety it seemed but it didn’t really click or make sense at the time because I had no knowledge of anything that was going on behind my back. So I just told my Uncle Mike, who lived in Daphne, Alabama (very close to Mobile), that I could just stop by he and his wife’s house on my way to visit my parents and visit them. Again, I didn’t understand that he was trying to protect me because I didn’t know of all the evil that was taking place behind my back. Well then, my mother, Gloria Sumter, kept sending me nasty text messages and just being incredibly disrespectful towards me. I finally text messaged her back and asked her to please NEVER contact me again unless there was a medical emergency. Well, one week later is when I got the text message from my mother, Gloria Sumter, in which she stated my Uncle Mike had “fallen and [was] bleeding out of his eyes, ears, nose and mouth!” I learned he was being held at Mobile Infirmary in the NICU (Neuro Intensive Care Unit) and I immediately went to the South Fulton Parole Office, where my parole officer’s office was so that I could request a travel pass to go see my Uncle Mike in the hospital. (While on parole if you want to leave the state you have to have written permission from the parole office to where you report.) So I went to the South Fulton Parole Office and when I got there the parole chief told me that they were supposed to arrest me. I asked why? And he then stated that I had left the state without permission in June 2014. I told him that I hadn’t left the state, because I didn’t. Keep in mind, this whole “leaving the state without permission in June 2014″ was a scheme that my sister enacted to try to get me re-arrested. She’s a real POS (piece of shit), just like is most of my family. So, anyway after I went round and round with the parole chief and they withdrew the warrant for me allegedly leaving the state when I hadn’t, then they tried to tell me that I couldn’t go home to visit my parents because I didn’t have a job. They didn’t ask me if I had a job but somehow they were privy to this infomation. Remember, David Scott, fired me illegally on February 14th, 2014 after he broke into my Atlantic Station apartment and after he breached the employment contract he had with me. They only people that knew about this besides David Scott and myself were my parents, Leonard and Gloria Sumter, and my sister, Shalene Ryall/Sumter. So this means that one of these individuals had to contact my parole office and try to thwart me from getting a travel pass to go home and see my parents. Well, I replied to the parole chief, whose name I believe was Sang, that having a job was not a condition of my parole, and it wasn’t. For some people, having employment is in fact a condition of parole, but it was not for me. Then Parole Chief Sang asked me how I paid my rent. I told him that it was none of his business, that I had money saved. Because it is in fact, NONE of HIS BUS

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Another strong supportive fact that my parents were in fact the ones that sexually molested me and not Terry Breland whom they falsely accused is the fact that my parents never took me to the police, never reported it to the police, and never took me to any kind of therapist or counselor for the trauma I endured from being sexually molested. The reason for this is very simple: They didn’t want me to tell the police the truth - that it was actually my parents who had sexually molested me. This is the same reason they didn’t take me to see any kind of therapist or counselor to help me, because being the age I was (a minor) the therapist would have been required by law to report the molestation to the police.

I mean, I know no parent that, who if they honestly believed someone had sexually molested their child, wouldn’t go to the police and report it. Instead, my parents tried to get this innocent man fired from his teaching position at Vancleave High School and then slandered him all around town by spreading rumors about him trying to demonize him. My family are horrible evil people.

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Surviving is Winning 🏆 💪

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“There is a point at which everything becomes simple and there is no longer any question of choice, because all you have staked will be lost if you look back. Life’s point of no return.” -Dan Hammarskjold

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Is this some sort of scam I am unaware of? I keep getting these messages from this guy informing me that someone I know died. He doesn't state who but sends link. I'm obviously wary to click them and he has been doing this for like nearly 2 years so it has to be something shady.

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Feeling tired- last few days I woke up about every hour. During those intervals when I was able to sleep, I had nightmares. Anyone have any suggestions on how to get rid of the nightmares.

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Just a quick update to my incessant legal battle with my family. I am putting together and will be filing in the next few days, another lawsuit against them in federal court. To be honest, it has me anxious and frightened as every single time in the past I have taken any legal action against them, or any of their co-horts, something very bad has happened to me. The last being, breaking my jaw and knocking my teeth out. They of course had my life threatened right after filing that lawsuit and it was about 10 days after filing the lawsuit that I had a violent seizure and broke my jaw.

Only a month or so before, my sister had created a fake Facebook profile to proliferate her lies and rumors about me. One month AFTER I filed the lawsuit, I was threatened anonymously via email (I filed a police report and posted the email to my Tumblr page). Then about four (4) months after that, I was threatened by a very aggressive man here in Atlanta that I "had to take my Tumblr page down" (I also filed a police report about this).

Previously, my family had had me assaulted; had my apartment broken into; broke into my Gmail, Google Drive and Facebook accounts to delete evidence; had me threatened by someone with a knife; had me threatened by someone with a gun; threatened me directly to make me homeless; brought about the termination of my employment; actually had made me homeless another time prior to threatening to make me homeless again; brought about a false violation of my parole when I was on parole in 2015; threatened to have me re-arrested in 2020 when I was still on probation and the list continues. So, while this is the only way to bring about a stop to all of this and to finally have peace, it has me so worried and so nervous - even for my life.

So, anyone who does pray.....please pray for my safety and a constructive, safe and favorable outcome for me. Thank you everyone for your support and for reading this. Much love, Craigory

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