On November 6, 2024, Automation Air, LLC (Delaware File Number 4684299) was voluntarily shut down, and yet Dad made a comment to me on the phone this week that suggested to me that he’s still taking orders from people who are not aware the business is no more. I find this both alarming and concerning to myself personally and not just because I was the one handling the web hosting for AutomationAir.com, which I terminated on June 5, 2025, believing he would do the honorable thing and actually follow the law.
However, after the remark he made this week, I’m pretty certain this is not the case. “I could be wrong, but I doubt it!”
I’ve heard other things from Dad of late pertaining to my brother with reference to wills and things that aren’t tracking either. The things he’s been saying clearly indicate to me that he and Mom have been lying to me for more than two and a half decades, or he’s lying to me now. Either way he’s still lying.
Somehow, I can’t help but think these marathon phone chats we’ve been having for hours at a time are leading up to something. I’ve already told Dad I would not allow him to use my name to set up a trust fund but somehow, I’ve got a feeling that is exactly what the son of a bitch wants to do anyway, assuming it hasn’t already been done, convinced in his own mind he won’t get caught.
I’ll be damned if I’m going to be used as a tax shelter by anyone, regardless of the sum of currency involved. I will be damned if I’m going to financially be beholden to a man who struggles with the telling of truth, knowing what I know of him. I’m a blind person, not an idiot, “Or commodity.”
He supposedly needs to talk with my nephew and myself about how his affairs are arranged. “I’ll be damned if I’m going to trust the man under my roof.”
True, I am working on the pages for that stupid Camaro, and he did pay me for that But, after this last conversation, “My Tolerance has Waned.”
I resent being lied to by my own parents, and perhaps parents. I don’t doubt that the way Mom suffered the way he describes it. I knew she was panicking when she couldn’t breathe when I was briefly on the phone with her the night before she passed. “I could hear it and feel it!”
No one should have to leave this earth the way she did. “Lung transplants suck when they go wrong!”
It would be so nice to have a relationship with a dad I could trust. But I’ve got the one I can’t trust. That can’t be fixed.
The only real question I have to ask myself now is a simple one. How much more do I tolerate before I cut the man off completely. What is the risk to myself personally in allowing things to continue as they are? “How many more chances do you give a parent who continues to disappoint?”
How much more should I tolerate things in general? Even government seems to have lost its marbles. “Where does this all end?”