Just A Tiny Incident Of Rescuing A Young Woman From A Lifetime Of Hell

I have a niece, second grade, the daughter of my cousin. She is a lesbian, so she says. She lives in a communal house with three other lesbians. It's an open arrangement, one for all and all for one. There are no bras there, and men are prohibited. Especially any form of toxic white male. That's me. But the air conditioner went out and my cousin asked me to go see what was wrong with it.

First you would think that four women would be neat and clean. The dishes were piled up in the sink, the floor had never been mopped, the beds never made. In the bathroom were a pair of jeans in the sink, soaking the blood out of them, because that one girl was 'free flowing'. I got a minilecture about prejudice towards menstruating women. The air conditioner was in fact out, period. It had to be replaced and the landlord told them that he would have to raise the rent on them. Another violation of women's rights, a toxic white male imposing economic discrimination on them. I had enough, I told my cousin that I had not been prepared for what I saw in that house. The summer was coming, let them live in a sweat box, the landlord was not going to replace the air conditioner without a substantial increase in rent.

My cousin asked me, to please get her daughter out of there. I had to do 'something'. Rescue her. It had been a long time, since back in my college days, that I had been involved in a rescue, that time it was the younger sister of a college friend who had run off with a cult led by a guy who was preparing them for their journey across the heavens. It wasn't a rescue, it was a kidnapping, and we took her to a river house and kept her there against her will. She 'wanted' to go on the journey across the heavens. Fortunately during her 'stay' at the river house, the guy got busted by the police who at that time did get involved with whackos, and the other girls were rescued. That girl is a second grade teacher and has three children. She refers to me as the 'uncle' of her children.

I told my cousin, that she had to be the one that rescued her daughter. All I could be was the accomplice. The confrontation was just that, a confrontation not only with her daughter, but the other three witches as well. I stepped in and told my niece that she could pack if she wanted, or not pack, but either way she was leaving. No if ands or buts about it. Get her ass in the car and keep her mouth shut. To my surprise and the surprise of her mother, but to the horror of her witch friends, she walked out and sat in the car and let me put the seat belt on her. She was stoic in the back seat. She went into her room and screamed bloody m****r.

The next morning, my cousin tells me. She came out for breakfast. She was wearing a bra and she talked about the garden. She went back to school and married a toxic white male. She now has a little one. She says she was never really a lesbian, it was a phase. You could have fooled me, but then again as a toxic white male I've been fooled before. She told her husband that he needed to talk with me about being able to buy a house, now that they have a family. My cousin suggests that I could invest in their future by helping them with the down payment.