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Emily has decided to no longer use this website. Because I pay for the hosting, I’ve decided to post a few things.

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So you’ve decided to no longer use this site for what I presume are obvious reason to you. I don’t need to create an even longer list of stories, or untruths you continue to tell, as you’d still run away denying them, even if I present them to you showing they were written by you and sent to others. It’s not someones past if no attempts are made to acknowledge and address the problems. Choosing to deny counseling both group and individual, which has been offered to all of us, is decision you should reconsider so we can address this and work through it.

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Below are 2 letters. One sent to Emily and then her response.

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Sent to Emily and Gil by Jake on November 29th by Jake

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I know you resent and hate me, and I felt it was finally time for me to share how I feel about you. Now, I guess, you’ll have a legitimate reason for your resentment and hate? I mean, how could this make the relationship any worse than it already is? I understand this is going to make you mad, but in order for us to ever build a normal relationship, you need to acknowledge and take responsibility that the things you have done (and we both know you continue to do and say) have affected not only you but my family and I.

So where do I even begin? I feel it easiest to begin with a question which paints a broad picture of the subject burning inside me: “Have you ever read about those individuals who have faked an illness or cancer, have lied about excruciating experiences in their lives, or even gone so far as to throw acid in their own face yet tell everyone they were assaulted?”

Sadly, these people and their stories have nothing on my sibling, except their stories have been brought to the attention of the public which has secretly always made me jealous. Jealous that the burden their families have had to carry has finally been acknowledged in some fashion. Unfortunately, the issues my family and friends have experienced have all been swept under the rug as an ongoing attempt to maintain the last remaining strains of a relationship. Overtime, my resentment towards my sibling as a direct result of these stories has compounded so greatly over the past 8 years, that I cannot stand to be around my sibling. In fact, a few times a month I have vivid dreams where I’ve approached my sibling about their stories and the pain they’ve caused my family and I, only to have the conversation result in some sort of yelling and screaming match. But at least I was able to got it off my chest, even if it was “only a dream”.

Before I seek guidance in my attempt to speak with my sibling about the pain they have caused, I feel that writing everything on paper would be a good start. I felt I could sit them down and read aloud a few rhetorical questions which have been sprinkled with sarcasm to hide the pain, would help get right to it:

- How awkward did you feel after telling your birth mom and family (as well as plenty others) that you had written the words and lyrics for Evanescence’s first album? And then when visiting your birth family when you were asked to play some of this music on the piano, you indicated you couldn’t remember any of it! Awkward! And what of the millions of dollars you certainly earned from writing the music and lyrics to such a successful band and music? Wait, you claimed you spent it all on hospital bills which paid for the cancer treatments and medications you had recently been diagnosed with.

- By telling everyone you had lung cancer, mom and dad went to great lengths to support you indicating they would pay for all medical expenses. If your goal was to tightly tug on their heart chords, choosing cancer as your ailment seemed obvious as dad had recently recovered from colon cancer, so I congratulate you going straight for the heart. Time and time again family and friends indicated their desire to support you in this by wanting to come with you to appointments or group therapy sessions only for you to deny everyone this opportunity which concerned everyone. Finally, when mom pleaded to see medical papers and x-rays and further details about your cancer (which by this time you had been ‘suffering from’ for 8 months), you indicated said documents had been stolen from your car. Whatever happened to your cancer by the way? More importantly, was the cancer paper bandit caught?

- One of the most awkward phone calls came from your birth mom who had been trying to get in touch with you, as she had just received your text, indicating you were admitted to the hospital after suffering a heart attack. I reassured your birthmom everything was ok, because, you see, we were on your doorstep about to have dinner with you and your boyfriend. Dinner was great by the way.

- Speaking of heart attacks, I can count on one hand the number of people who have called me indicating you were in the hospital due to a heart attack, or acute life threatening ailment and were concerned about how you were doing. I found pleasure in reassuring them you were just fine and nothing had happened but then I had to deal with the repercussions of correcting the problem you created – they were now angry and upset you victimize yourself like this.

- Telling people you were raised by inadequate parents and therefore had to be the parent and raise our younger siblings – wow. WOW. If I was to try and expound on this further, I wouldn’t be able to finish because, you see, this made me want to put my fist through your face.

- Speaking of parents, I’m happy you found your birthmom, who had put you up for adoption at birth. But to completely write off our family and ironically adopt your birth mom and her family as your new family is hurtful and appalling. But, you are good at the heart chord tug, I mean after all, what is a birth mother to do after being reunited with her daughter 25 years later, and to be fed the same stories? She had already given you up before, she can’t do it again! Even if you were to move to Washington and live by her, what would this mean? You could finally write us off completely and bury all your problems? Perhaps you could even tell your new friends you were forced to live in a closet under the stairs, which you could then tell everyone this is where the Harry Potter story actually came from. Can I be Voldemort in your story?

- Were the tears you were crying at the graveside of a boyfriend’s late sister, tears of sorrow, or tears of amazement – amazed you had actually just told a mourning and sorrowful mother you too had lost a daughter to SIDS? I’m assuming the reason your late child who was never seen or mentioned, was because we were all too inadequate right?

- When confronting your boyfriend about his child which you were carrying, only to learn he had been fixed years earlier and it was not his, were you happy or sad? Were you happy you were actually pregnant and had only told half a lie? Or sad that you were carrying someone else’s child, and were clearly going to have to raise this child alone and pretend to be responsible?

- I mean come on, saying you were the starting highschool football varsity quarterback is just funny. Extremely funny but just as sad and pathetic.

- Usually when someone is kidnapped and stuffed into the back of a trunk and driven away to who knows where, the kidnapee does not text their friends explaining they were kidnapped and are in the trunk but not to notify the authorities. My oh my, you certainly don’t play an average victim role.

- I grew tired of having to reply to voicemails, emails, and conversations where the individuals inquire as to how you were handling the recent death of your husband. Having to then reply , “wait, who died? Oh, him? He didn’t die, he’s fine!”, while it makes a cool story, I’m unable to hold a straight face.

- You aren’t a nurse, nor have you ever been in nursing school. Again, having to respond to someone asking me how you are enjoying your job at the hospital or how nursing school is going, the straight face thing…

- You’ve painted yourself into so many corners, your only way out is to hold your daughter as random it seems. Indicating Mom and Dad cannot see your daughter unless “other supervision” are present, is probably the best example of the word irony to date.

Rather than continue on down the list of stories, lies, and hurtful actions, It is now my turn to share a story. The story is called “The Boy Who Cried Wolf, the Orangevale Version”. I once had a sibling who fed so many hurtful lies and untruths to so many people that they eventually stopped believing everything this sibling said and did. Slowly overtime, family and friends withdrew themselves from this sibling, only for the sibling to lash out cry that they were being treated unfairly.

My dear sibling, how am I to trust you being around my kids if you’ve shown nothing but why you can not be trusted? How are family members and friends to reach out and offer their support and help when you’ve done nothing but slander and be critical of them? In what manner am I to revere your spouse, and your birthmom and her family? I know you’ve done nothing but rake my family and I over the coals with the lies you’ve told them, and they clearly have done nothing to correct and address this and therefore I am left with nothing but to assume they believe the lies and truths. To hold us in contempt when you are the one who has painted yourself into these corners, time and time again is no longer acceptable. Even if you feel you’ve somehow come to terms and this is a problem of the past, let me reassure you it is not. I still see you as being backed into a corner with nothing but lies surrounding you which you use to play victim in every situation you encounter. I can’t help but be saddened in thinking back to our youth when other siblings were reprimanded and punished, only to now believe that they were punished for something you had said and done but never admitted to. I’ve often wondered what stories you would fabricate in order to explain to your daughter why her cousins, uncle, or aunt never come over to visit. But In the end, no one believes a liar, even when they are telling the truth.

I have a sibling who lives 1 mile away from me and yet we never visit. I have a sibling with a daughter yet my kids and my niece never play together. I have a sibling who was once my best friend and is now my closest enemy. I have a sibling with a lot of stories but I’m tired of listening and tired of the hurt.

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Sent by Emily in response to the above on November 29th (Red is my response)

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Wow, you have so many thing twisted (Twisted? Please clarify everything for ME and EVERYONE! Now is your chance! After you do so, I have another laundry list for you to plow through and explain. Remember that time you stole that money and all that food from mom & dad? No no, not those other times, but that one time where mom went so far as to get the bank security involved with their surveillance cameras? That’s what it took for you to admit to it!), you have NO idea!!! To be honest I laughed (Really? you laughed?) at just about every example you gave because they are so far from what really happened. Did you ever think that most of what you were told was only someone elses version of what really happened, half of the real story or possibly even taken out of context? Keep in mind that a lot of the things you “heard” were from scorned ex’s and mom (Not a single story above was from mom, silly pants. Discrediting those who came to me with some of these and many other stories will probably hurt them even more so now that they can read this for themselves and realize what you have denied telling. That time I demanded you tell Lindsey and I whether or not you had cancer and you said yes you had cancer, would you then be discrediting yourself as it was straight from your own mouth!). Great sources. (To all sources reading this, you guys are the liars!)

I am not going to argue. I am not even going to waste my time trying to go back and correct all your bad info. (Because at the drop of a dime I would pull out a paper trail of stuff you’ve written. I haven’t and probably never will unless you were there to read them, just so i could see the look on your face. Especially the notes from Gordy. I’d love to see you deny THESE. Lindsey won’t let me though, bless her heart because she feels it shouldn’t come down to this. And yes, remember, sources of information aren’t the same person time and time again. They are lots of people which I bet had you known this first, you’d have actually taken a step back and said, “wait, maybe I should knock this lying stuff off because 9 out of 10 people could prove me wrong”. I could have a room full of people in 10 minutes who have already come to me willing to attest to a book of lies you’ve told.) You simply believed any person (Persons – plural, not singular) who would tell you tales, over me. I don’t share intimate details of my life with people, plain and simple. Whether it was “friends or family”. You have a lot mixed up and all the wrong information. And whats even more sad is that you held onto that for years and years. (Hell yah. People goto jail for this stuff. You just keep denying it!) You let all that shape our relationship and the relationship you have with my family. Shame on you. And what I find most disgusting is that you allowed that scorned relationship affect your kids and the relationship they have with their cousin. (I don’t trust you period. Imagine if I let my kids goto your house and one got hurt. You wouldn’t tell the truth about what happened, big or small. That’s a big deal.) You couldn’t be adult enough to put all your bullshit aside and try to be nice to us or most importantly, Lexi. (Go ahead – call me out anything – something! Name one instance please.) My daughter is about 3 years old and you have never once spoken to her. That’s pathetic. (I have come to resent you SO much that I’d rather just not see your family period if it means I can forget what you’ve become.)

And what is it, exactly, that you planned to gain by emailing Gil and calling him to bring everything to his attention (Talking with you just doesn’t work remember? You deny everthing – can I make it any clearer??He’s an adult, he can figure things out and decide on his own just like anyone else. Imagine my surprise when, after he read my letter, he said, “Ok but how does what she did affect you and your family?”!) He knows everything. He knows the real me. (Great!! Let US know the real you!) He has seen all the proof to back up my stories (So are you denying them or admitting to them?). The truth (something you all didn’t take the time of day to see – [Still waiting to see it, hence this email.]). I guess, its great that you are trying to work through some issues but it is all falling on deaf ears. You burned that bridge long, long ago ( Was it that time I asked you about the lies and you said, “yah I told some pretty bad stories” and I said “yes you have”? I guess that offended you? ). I put on a fake smile for years and years, and now Gil. We tried to ignore all the drama that seems to circulate this family . I gave MILLIONS of second chances. We are no longer willing to do so. My children will not be part of this disgusting and unhealthy circle you all call “family” (Children? Are you, or are you not pregnant? Tell us what you want, but so far you’ve told these people you are, and us you aren’t, and these other people you aren’t, but another group of people you are? All of which have once again come to ME to find out if you were or weren’t... Asking to borrow money from mom and dad to have another procedure so you can continue to try and get pregnant… but wait you’re pregnant? ). We are moving because that is what is best for our kids (Kids?!!!? ???!?! WHAT IS IT – Kid or kids??!?!? Running from your problems seems like an old Chinese proverb needs to be inserted here about this…). You can say whatever you want about me. You can call me any name (But not a liar or a thief right?). You can even call me a bad parent if you want because you think it is not in Lexi’s best interest to be away from part of this family. I don’t care. I am only thinking of Lexi and the baby on the way(Ok, I guess you’re pregnant). It is better to not have you you guys in their lives at all than to be part of this dark, unhealthy circle.

I waited for years and years for you to be an adult and to talk to me. You did nothing but shun, ignore, pass rumors and hate (Rumors? Trust me – I don’t call people up to talk about you. Again, If I utter your name out of my mouth I die a little. PEOPLE. CALL. ME. TO. TELL. ME. WHAT. YOU. JUST. TOLD. THEM. OR. EMAILED. THEM. AND. ASK. ME. IF. ITS. TRUE. And no, I’ve never been to jail, you have twice. Or 3 times? I don’t remember. My shoplifting from Mervyns did not land me in jail. It landed me community service and was expunged from my record. You should know this, as should everyone I told and everyone at our wedding reception where this story was shared as well. I shoplifted everyone! ). Now you are ready to try to fix it? You waiting years too long. (Remember 6-7 years ago when I pulled you into the parking lot after that episode where you texted everyone you had been kidnapped and we found out you were just lying? Where I also confronted you about stealing belongings from others and you denied that yet their belongings where in your possession – their names were even on it! It turned into you denying everything then blaming mom and dad somehow. I tried then, hoping I would never have to do it again.)

I wish your kids the best, truly.