I think this is from Sara's ex husband. The father of her children, who held my mother in the highest regard. 

Let me start by asking if you really expect me to take responsibility for my dead mother's actions? Perhaps that was a typo or emotional response that wasn't thought through. I don't blame Sara for ruining our family. I blame her for not being transparent with those who were helping her. Also, she brought Damienne with her when she showed up unannounced. Damienne tried to frame me, and the FBI verified that she was an integral part of the frame up job. 

Sara was my mom's best friend for the majority of her life. My mom asked Sara to back off her boyfriend and Sara had sex with him anyway, after being supported by my mom's disability check for 18 months while she played third wheel following them to Mexico, then to Canada.  She never contributed, only expected to be supported by my mom and Dave.

Whatever trouble she got in, we likely could have made go away, but she wasn't forthcoming about it.  Her and Dave were making plans without even checking with my mom. She trafficked heavy narcotics and not a small quantity. You know, I never returned to Vincent's Pharmacy, the pharmacy we used all my life since I was like 6 years old, because she made me be a part of her bags upon bags of oxy purchase in cash!! I was a minor!! 

Plus, she never paid back the McDonald's that I didn't even want to stop for because I knew my mom was cooking dinner. 

Then, someone put money in my pants which were laid out on my bed while I was in the shower. Kristen just so happened to walk in just as Sara was messing with something on my dresser, which didn't even have anything on it, so lord kknows what she up to.  And, my bedroom was at the end of the hall, and she had no reason to be in there.  The only reason Kristensaw her is because she was puttimg her newborn on my mom's bed. Then as I'm leaving for work, she demands I check my pockets for money she claimed to be missing, when just the night before she spent every dollar she had on oxys and had no money for McDonald's which she didn't even mention until we were sitting in the drive thru having already ordered. She did nit leave anywhere, and later she wanted a ride to an atm, which we delayed until a couple days later because her bank was an hour drive from our home. 

 I am not trying to come across as scathing.  I know my mom had issues with her relationship.  Mostly, she picked a deadbeat boyfriend that only was interested in illegal enterprises as his primary source of income. My mom, did buy the pop up to get away from Dave and his lifestyle choices. She didn't want to be a swinger or a felon, and Dave wanted to give neither up. 

You're right, we all would have been better off if he was never a part of our lives, but I was a kid.  A minor.  I had no choice in any of it. That's the part that no one seems to have taken into account. 

Lastly, my once good friend, who I considered a brother at one point, car jacked my mother and stole the pop-up and Dave's fifth wheel with the Roadmaster. It was never my car. It was her car. 

My mom was doing Dave a favor by letting him spend a couple nights while the camper and truck were being worked on. And, the only reason she even talked to him was because I had left a message begging her to answer at a specific time when I called back. The only reason she lost everything was me. Not because i did anything wrong, but because I hadn't heard from her in a year and I was worried. 

They stole 500lbs of weed that wasn't even paid for and my mom was left with no choice but to leave with Dave, in the truck, their only remaining asset.  To compound the matter, they now were on the outs with Dave's Mexican connection for a cool 2 million bucks. That my "friend" had in his possesion. 

To add insult to injury,  he had one of his lackey friends, who just so happened to have been raised by my family for reasons still unclear to me, drive me home in my mom's car!  I wasn't even aware they had been carjacked by people who impersonated law enforcement. Even worse, Levi and my ex Ryan used my mom's car to commit countless home invasions and rob people who Ryan's other boyfriend, Chris, who was also Levi and Paul's boyfriend, had scouted out by hooking up with them and taking detailed notes of where money and valuables might be located in each home.  10-15 homes every weekend, that they robbed using fake credentials and the notes Chris and Paul made a spreadsheet of every week. 

I only wish I had been able to get to the bottom of it while either were still alive.  Or even better both were still alive. I got blamed for so many things that I had no knowledge of. And, I'm still suffering the consequences of the wrongful persecution. 

I blame myself for ever trusting anyone. For ever even being adopted into this messed up family. For even being born. 

Believe me, I feel horrible for my involvement, but not for what I did, only what I couldn't prevent.  

It's almost comical because people are so narrow minded, they can't even wrap their head around the fact that all four of the aforementioned "friends" of mine were all sexually involved with each other.  They were all part of the biggest fraud I've ever even heard of. They all broke the law and used my family as a doormat.  They probably committed all those home invasions with my mom's Connecticut handicap license plate which could have gotten my mom locked up for life. They also refused to return her life saving prescriptions, which even a cold hearted crook would have no use for and should have returned when I confronted them. 

Then, to get I'm a relationship with me after all that, a decade later, is insane. Had I recognized him, I'd have been a far worse boyfriend to him than I was. I'd have been better prepared to handle his b.s.  I'd have probably done my best to put him behind bars, of I'd known that it was him that had laughed at me when I begged for my mom's insulin amd heart medicine be turned over to me. 

Chris was in a treatment program so he had a curfew. Ryan and Paul spent the days having sex with Chris, and when Levi was off from theist office, Friday night through Monday morning, he amd Ryan hooked up and played vigilantes by robbing people like so,e Robin Hood wanna bes. 

The fact is, if anyone is to blame it's all of them. They are awful people, but my mom had broken free from that lifestyle.

It's so frustrating that no one even sees them for what they are. And, more so, that they feel no guilt for what they did, and that they never had to be held accountable. 

Mind you, these are the same individuals that cost me my job, robbed my father of the heirloo,s they promised to deliver to me, and played a part in my real estate being fraudulently titled to someone other than the rightful owner. 

They forged my name on dozens upon dozens of titles and the lawyers responsible, Robert Plourde and Bob Bellafluer, one of which is romantically involved with Jeannine Cowie, who he titled the properties to, have yet to be brought to justice. 

Mikey should have never received a pardon. He then was tasked with returning my currency collection to me, but instead spent the money while compiling evidence to use against me, to make me look bad and undeserving of my real estate. Whether zi deserved it or not,  it belongs to me. Mikey got away with destroying my dad's priceless currency collection. He got a pardon by giving false testimony, amd his brother, the Chief of police violated my 8th amendment rights.