I finished the series yesterday. The one segment in which the woman walked into the church to confront the situation (which shouldn't have been done for the cameras btw, because that relegated the action to a stunt) and seeing them picket, I said out loud, "I get it."
How do you fight back?
Where actual crimes are committed, you report it and you bravely testify. And that's what they did, and then you have the force of the state behind you. And do NOT hold back for any reason. That was my mistake after the first row. I could have had the kids arrested for criminal trespass, and as the legal process unfolded, they very well could have been looking at attempted kidnapping charges as well.
The officer asked me if that's what I wanted done. I said no, because I thought there was some massive misunderstanding somewhere that would eventually be cleared up.
But the only thing my mitigation allowed them to do was to regroup.
My situation is a negative of the stories in the series. In hindsight I can see that my daughters were being groomed and brainwashed. The Swollen Toad Queen croaked once, "As soon as I saw your girls I knew they were just perfect for my boys."
My oldest was planning to attend college right out of high school, and when she said she wanted to marry this boy instead (after all, why would a keeper at home need a kolluj ejukashun? [as if her own mother didn't provide ample reason]) I asked if she could just wait a year. Go to college. (I could pay for it. I was making good money at the time.) and if after a year, she still felt like toad boy was the one, then fine. I knew, and so did the incestuous knot, that she would discover she really didn't want a marriage with that.
Amazingly enough, she said she would wait. But it would only be a few months, and she wasn't going to school. Well, naturally, not being separated from that situation defeated the purpose of waiting, but it was still enough to make that entire bog of toad-spawn hopping mad. I had dared to contradict them, and worse, I still had some influence with my own daughters
Don't think for a minute they were going to let that be. You remember the bag of bones [who married] the pedo? For all her haggard condition, her tongue was lively enough.
Fast forward a little over two years to just after that first row where I didn't press charges and lost my chance to fight back with the force of the state, I started showing up at their church for services. Not every week. I've worked Sundays for years, so it was the rare times when I had a Sunday off. And sometimes I would take a Sunday off to do so.
I dropped notes in the offering plate, reporting on the behavior of their cult. Of course the cadaver couldn't pass up any chance to wheeze her jabs, and soon everyone knew why I was there.
And when I was told not to come back. I started picketing.
One learns how to fight.
