Betrayal

"I have never been so pissed at you as I am right now."

"Sure you have."

"Okay, maybe."  I thought a moment, trying to recall a time where I wanted to effing kill him.  "When you dumped me."

"See?"  Tristan grinned at me as we pulled into my driveway.

Of course I'll never tell him that once he left I had to fight the tears back.  Why would he give me so much hell about "talking too much" when he went and told his therapist he's the Goran prince?  And now not only does the therapist think I'm an enabler for believing him, the very same therapist went and told Tristan's parents about his delusions.  So now they have even more issues with me on top of thinking I'm the one who started all this.

It's so.  Not.  Fair.  My family has suffered from the moment my parents were born, long before Tristan was even a gleam in his birth father's eye, and all because of our blood line.  I don't just go around believing every shmuck who says he's an intergalactic prince!  Every day I wonder if it all is just a delusion, but then I remember being a terrified child watching some man who looked like, but wasn't, my father try to beat my mother into a bloody pulp.  I remember my grandparents educating me on grace and poise and everything a royal should know.  I remember feeling alone in a group of friends, outcast in my school even though I was well-liked, because every time I showed even the slightest indication of being "different" people were terrified of me.

Maybe it shouldn't affect me as much as it is, but I am just so....hurt.  Tristan once told me that me talking about him when he isn't around feels like being stabbed in the back to him.  Yet somehow, this feels like the ultimate betrayal.  To throw away every moment of pain and suffering I and my family have endured for 46 years as a delusion?  And to not just do that, but to make people I once loved and trusted like my own family think I'm a manipulative, enabling whore?  (Oh, yeah, his adoptive family has been convinced we've been having sex since high school even though we're both virgins.)

If Tristan doesn't want to accept the truth, assume the role and responsibilities of being a prince of the oldest civilization in human history, fine.  But he's not the only royal on this planet and someone has to stand up for our people.

The Earth Is Round

We have come to the conclusion that explaining to our modern world that human extraterrestrials so very do exist, will be like explaining to the Dark Ages that the world is round.

I tried gauging the thought on this topic at the local MUFON meeting yesterday, and left with great frustration in regards to the responses.  According to these amazingly brilliant minds who I have great respect for, the ONLY way for human extraterrestrials to exist is if some malignant or benign alien spiritual entity possesses the body of a human from Earth.  Or the species designs a sort of biological avatar they then place on Earth.

But humans being from somewhere other than Earth?  Heaven forbid!

*Bangs head on table*