When I discovered Tim had thrown away my paintings, it felt like a piece of my soul had been ripped away. Each stroke of paint, each color combination, each image on the canvas represented hours of joy, frustration, and fulfillment. But to him, they were nothing but “junk.”
A Moment of Realization
That evening, exhausted from work, I decided to revisit an old painting that I believed had more potential. The idea of reworking it filled me with a rare excitement. However, my anticipation turned to horror when I descended into the basement, only to find it empty. The walls were bare, the shelves clean, and my paintings—gone. I stood there in shock, a cold sense of loss washing over me. How could he do this? How could he erase a part of my life so carelessly?
Confrontation and Anger
I stormed upstairs, fury bubbling inside me. There he was, lounging on the couch, engrossed in a football game, a bag of chips in hand. “Tim! Where are my f***ing paintings?” I demanded, my voice shaking with rage.
He glanced at me nonchalantly and said, “Oh, honey, relax. You should be thanking me for taking out that junk.”
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His dismissive attitude was the final straw. I exploded in anger, yelling at him, but he remained unbothered, barely acknowledging my distress. It was clear he didn’t understand or care about the pain he’d caused.
The Plan for Revenge
As I stood there, seething, a plan began to form in my mind. If he could so casually discard something that meant so much to me, then he deserved a taste of his own medicine. I decided to retaliate in a way that would hit him where it hurt the most.
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The next day, I waited until Tim left for work. Fueled by a sense of righteous indignation, I methodically gathered all his cherished belongings—his prized football memorabilia, his vintage record collection, even his favorite recliner. I loaded everything into the back of my car and drove to the nearest charity shop. Watching the workers unload his precious items, I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. Let’s see how he likes it, I thought.
INSIDE MARIAH CAREY’S SHOCKING SILENCE: WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE HER SISTER’S DEATH?
Mariah Carey did not talk to her sister, Alison, before she died. The reason? Alison’s struggle with drug addiction created a big distance between the two sisters.
Sources close to the family shared with TMZ that Mariah did not reach out to Alison in her final days. Instead, she spent the last week with their mother, Patricia, who was also very ill.
Mariah was not in contact with Alison, and sources say it’s because Alison struggled with addiction for many years. Mariah had tried to help her sister emotionally and financially, but it wasn’t enough to help Alison get clean.
Eventually, Mariah felt she had to show Alison tough love. She didn’t want to enable her sister’s behavior, so she decided to cut off contact and distance herself from Alison.
As we reported, Alison passed away over the weekend—the same day their mother died—without any contact from Mariah.
Mariah talked about her relationships with her mom and sister in her 2020 memoir, *The Meaning of Mariah Carey*. In the book, she claimed that Alison had once “drugged me with Valium, offered me a pinky nail full of cocaine, inflicted me with third-degree burns, and tried to sell me out to a pimp.”
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