Thursday, November 18, 2010
It was very important to the Platinum cult leader to make sure his followers understood that they must “submit to upline” and they had to ask permission on everything they did: attending family functions, getting married, having children, buying a house, buying a car, moving, renovations, quitting a job, etc. In other words “get permission” for any of life’s decisions that most responsible adults can figure out on their own without a cult’s influence.
Ambot and I made a decision on our house that was causing trouble. It never got done. I’m finally pissed off enough one day to ask him what’s taking so damn long. Ambot tells me he asked the Platinum sack of shit for permission and was counselled against it.
Fuck you, you miserable son of a bitch pompous sack of shit Platinum! You’ve crossed the line. This is none of your business. I don’t see your name on the mortgage. I don’t see your name on the deed. And I especially don’t see any cash from you on a regular basis contributing to the monthly expenses on our house.
I told Ambot I wasn’t going to have anything else to do with that meddling fucker and refused to be dragged out to any more cult meetings.
To make a long story short Ambot left the cult right not too long after this blow up deciding our relationship was more important to him and the renovation was done. It is quieter. The air is cleaner. I’m no longer suffering from breathing problems. No more stress. And we’re saving money.
This is just one of those frightening examples where I needed something done to my living environment to make it healthier for me but the cult leader decided I should be sick and unhappy instead and influenced Ambot thinking this would have some control issue over me. This cult nearly destroyed our marriage but fortunately Ambot came to his senses, got some counselling from a real professional to assist him in leaving a cult, and got those toublemaking bastards out of his life.