Deputy Sheriff Dan Mayland assured me several times that Rena was not attacking my blog in order to get all information about her removed. Dan seemed to go out of his way to assure me Rena wanted me to continue blogging about her. I am completely confused as to why she wants me to write wonderful and intimate things about her eighteen year old self, and, at the same time she demonizes me, takes out a stalking order so Dan will give me the message “Stay away from me!”
Now I get it. There is someone out there that Rena loves so deeply, that it is he whom she wants to show up at her death-bed, and recite the lines;
“I can not live without my life. I can not die without my soul.”
You see, Rena Victoria Easton is a Emily Bronte freak. She was reading Jane Eyre the second day we knew each other, on the beach, with her back to the sea.
“Are you afraid of the ocean?” I asked as I came to sit next to her, trying to break the ice.
“How did you know?” Rena, said a bit shocked that I had gotten in her mind.
Forty-Four years later she finds my blog, and the words you just read. She has been reading this blog since August. Why did she not send me a letter in August? The only answer is, she found out hence she is dying, and, it is her dream that he find her, in the end, and come be there for her……. when she dies.
This explains why Rena does not talk about her and I as girlfriend and boyfriend, but uses the term “abusive girl”. She wonders if HE has read the account of her breaking my heart. Rena does not want any relationship with me, other than acknowledging she is alive and living in Montana. If HE googles “Rena Easton and Bozeman” then HE will find the post Rena responds to when she says “Here I am.”
This “Here I am!” is not intended for me. Rena is furious that I glom all over it, because Rena has never loved me. Then I talked about coming with Big Blue to see her. Then, there is that dreadful scene where she comes and gets in my bed as my eighteen year old muse. I wonder if Rena is a ghost. This is like Catherine.
Rena had to be furious. If I post my letter, then HE will assume she already has found the love of her life. Then, there is that demonic scene at the poetry reading where I hold up an image of Rena while Nisha reads Rena’s poem!
That was the last straw. But, how to get a message to me that would put my fire out, end my hideous never-ending love for her, and at the same time keep me blogging about her? She needed to pour ice water on my artistic boner – fast – before she kicks the bucket, and they both miss her Swan Song.
I suspect HE is her second husband, who Rena said was an alcoholic. They lived in Bozeman. This may be the reason she won’t leave this hell-hole after the marriage ended fourteen years ago. I suspect he was quite the ladies man, a real redneck cowboy who was sticking it to all the cows.
I believe Rena was going to send photos of me when she was young in order to render beautiful paintings for them. If she had just been up front, and told the truth…..
“I’m dying. I want the love of my life to find me on your blog and come see me on my death bed – and not you! I want you to finish your painting of me and do more. I want him to love me again through your work. If you can’t do this – fine!”
Rena could not trust I would do what she asks of me, so she had to employ guile and deception. She has to trick me into doing her will. She surmises she can use my old feelings for her to get me to do stuff against my will. It is Rena who stalked me!
So, there Rena be, atop Cragmont waiting for HIM to come back to her, the dude who doesn’t dig deep with his mind, only with his dick. He doesn’t care about the abuse, the psycho-drama, and he hates shrinks. He likes beautiful women that can give him a good ride in bed and keep their mouth shut. The problem with HIM, is, he is dicking all the women, and not one of them can get him to be loyal to just her. They find themselves in his Lovers Hall of Fame. HE is a narcissist.
Rena hates me because I am interested in knowing, caring, and helping others. I am sensitive to other’s feelings. I do not fit the profile of a stalker. Rena wishes HE would stalk her. Well – he has! And, he’s done! He’s found other victims who will also try to get to know HIM, but, when they get too close – he’s gone, down the road, like a tumbling tumble weed.
“Love them and leave them!” Rena has met her match, her male counterpart. He is there in the calm pool of water she can not pull herself away from.
For eighteen years these two narcsists have taken the citizens of Bozeman hostage, forced them to be witness to their extreme narcissism. Rena has a careful written script that she has committed to memory. If you muff your lines, or do some method acting – you are going to pay! She is in control of everything that goes on in Bozeman, that could be – ROZEMAN!
She is Citizen Kane, the vengeful orphan and loner (Jane Eyre) up on the hill. What will be her last words? How odd that my kindred, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, tries to comfort Jane while she is up there on her cross. Like Jesus, she offers Jane bread, and says;
“You shouldn’t hate people, Jane.”
“I can’t help it!”
Dan knows the whole story of the Town Romantic up there pining away for (Charlie) in her little trailer. How many poetry books does she got stuffed in there? Then there are those two framed photos sitting side my side, one of Rena’s father, and the other of……..(Charlie).
And, that is that!
Greg
In 1801, Mr Lockwood, a wealthy man from the south of England, rents Thrushcross Grange in the north for peace and recuperation. He visits his landlord, Mr Heathcliff, who lives in a remote moorland farmhouse, “Wuthering Heights,” where he finds an odd assemblage: Heathcliff seems to be a gentleman, but his manners are uncouth; the reserved mistress of the house is in her mid-teens; and a young man seems to be a family member yet dresses and speaks like a servant.
Snowed in, Lockwood is grudgingly allowed to stay and is shown to a bedchamber where he notices books and graffiti left by a former inhabitant named Catherine. He falls asleep and has a nightmare in which he sees the ghostly Catherine trying to enter through the window. He cries out in fear, rousing Heathcliff who rushes to the room. Lockwood was convinced that what he saw was real. Heathcliff, believing Lockwood to be right, examines the window and opens it hoping to allow Catherine’s spirit to enter. When nothing happens, Heathcliff shows Lockwood to his own bedroom and returns to keep watch at the window.
At sunrise, Heathcliff escorts Lockwood back to Thrushcross Grange. Lockwood asks the housekeeper, Nelly Dean, about the family at Wuthering Heights, and she tells him the tale.
Wuthering Heights is the name of the farmhouse on the Yorkshire moors where the story unfolds. The book’s core theme is the destructive effect that jealousy and vengefulness have, both on the jealous or vengeful individuals and on their communities.
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