Debbie Dina Owes Me Money!
Realtor at EXIT Midstate Realty, Wausau, WI
http://hesstillmybrother.blogspot.com/2015/07/debbie-l-dina-in-beginning.html
Debbie L. Dina in the beginning...
Hello. I am Debbie Dina.
However, now he is very upset with me because of…well, hmmm…. I am not exactly sure. I hope to understand why he needed to assassinate my character on the internet by writing this blog. I am hoping that anyone who takes the time to read the awful things my brother has said about me will also read this blog as a counter to what he has opined and will weigh all the information before making any kind of judgment. I also hope that by responding in writing to Mark’s allegations and lies will help me to heal from the painful, mental anguish he has caused me and my family.
It all started right around 1975, yes, I know….a long time ago. My brother and I had a tough time when our parents divorced. We were pretty much left to fend for ourselves. My brother was 18 at the time and I was 15. Thankfully for me I was 15 and still required, by law, parental supervision. Mark on the other hand, was 18 and was literally left out in the cold. I didn’t realize at the time that Mark was sleeping in his car at truck stops, breaking into our grandmother’s trailer to sleep, and various other places that he describes on one of his websites. At the time this was going on I don’t remember ever talking to him about these things. Now that I know what he went through, I am very sad that my parents couldn’t, or wouldn’t, do more to help him.
Let’s skip to right around the late 80’s. By this time, I am happily married to my high school sweetheart and we have 3 adorable little girls and Mark, well, he is still trying to figure out what he should be doing with his life. Our sister and her husband moved to Washington and Mark decided it would be good for him to move to Washington too. He didn’t have enough room in his truck for all of his belongings, so he asked me if he could store some boxes in our garage until he could come and get them. Of course I said yes.
A few years later, in August of 1993, my little family had an opportunity to move to Indiana to get our children away from the Southern California riots and violence. What a blessing it was. In preparing for our move we had to box up everything we owned for the movers to load on to the huge truck and take it to Indiana. While I was going through the things in the garage, I came across Mark’s boxes. I didn’t want any of his things to get broken, so I opened and re-packed his cartoon character glasses from Taco Bell, 1970’s Popular Mechanics Magazines and other miscellaneous items he had. From what I can recall from 22 years ago, I believe I came across an electric bong in one of Mark’s boxes. Yes, the kind from which marijuana is smoked. Here was my conundrum: on one hand I have 3 little girls that need their momma and on the other, I have a bong that is illegal…hmmm, what do I do? I throw it away of course!!!! I was not willing to put my children at risk of losing their mother for Mark’s bong. I think I made the right choice.
Over the years following our move to Indiana, Mark asked me to send his boxes. He said he would reimburse me for the shipping. I told him I would try to send them. But, in all honesty, his boxes where low on my list of things to do. Did I mention I was married and had 3 little girls…oh, and I worked a full time job in a busy law office? Traipsing down to the post office with huge boxes after work or on a Saturday was not a high priority, especially when I was busy running kids to soccer practice, soccer games, gymnastics, band competitions, or attending school volunteer meetings, parent/teacher conferences x3, etc. It was a busy season in my life.
Finally, a few years after we moved from Indiana to New York (not that part of NY, the pretty part near the Adirondacks) Mark made some ugly remarks to me via email about his boxes, so I packed them up and sent them on their way. There were 3 big boxes and it cost nearly $300! He did reimburse me, for which I was very thankful.
That’s the story. This is what I believe to be the reason for Mark posting my most private life moments on the internet, in addition to many lies. I hope to address each of his comments in a separate blog post. I invite you back to see how this saga plays out. There will be a comment section; that is, if I am doing this whole blog thing correctly, and I would welcome your comments. I am trying to understand how someone can be so mean spirited to another human being, having such a deep desire to harm a person's reputation by distorting the truth and revealing personal private life events on the internet. It boggles my mind.
Thanks for reading.
