All of the discussion boards I have read about sociopaths have one common theme when it comes to moving a sociopath relative into your house. DON’T DO IT! I really wish I had read that before I went ahead and did it.
I got a call from my mom explaining that Tenley was in trouble. I didn’t know the exact nature of that trouble but I could only assume it was drugs. I called Tenley and she explained that she really needed to get out of LA for a while. I offered to move her into my house. So I loaded up a friend of mine into my Chevy Suburban and we drove to LA. When we got there we loaded up the truck and headed out. In my car were me and her dog Bowie. My friend and she were in her car following. But first we had to stop by her friend’s house to pick up a bag of cocaine. I didn’t actually know that was the reason for stopping at his house at the time but found out later.
Half way up the Grapevine leaving LA I was tired, I had just driven straight down from the bay area and I needed some rest. I was actually to the point of dozing off while driving. So we pulled over and got a room at a little motel. I was dead tired. I just remember falling asleep to the two of them doing cocaine.
I would find out later because Tenley confided in my wife that in that motel room she and my friend had sex that night. Go figure. The way Tenley explained it she basically was raped by him but she stayed quiet for my sake. Wait; let’s get this straight, Tenley Myers did something for the sake of me, her brother? The fact is she always says she is doing things for other people. She is always putting herself out for others. If you ask her she well go on and on about how selfless she is. But really, I am too believe she allowed a friend of mine to rape her in a bed next to me just to spare my feelings? Even if that were true there is a serious mental illness going on. A little mellow dramatic don’t you think?
Years later after she had told this story I talked to my friend about it. He explained to me how the entire time she was living at my house, turned out to be only 3 weeks but it felt like years, the two of them were sleeping together. She had told him that I should never know and that he needed to keep it a secret. At the time I was pretty sure they were, but it really didn’t matter to me. As if it was the first time she was sleeping with people I know. Hahaha, Why lie when you don’t need to? That is an entirely other subject I will get to later.
So after our night of “rest” we drove the 6 hours to my house in the bay area and moved her in. This will turn out to be the biggest mistake I had ever made with her. She spent the next few weeks doing nothing but causing problems between my friends while trying to acquire drugs, putting my X wife through hell and constantly doing things just to cause pain.
For example: I was going to make a run to the store for some beer and snacks. Tenley’s car was parked behind mine so I asked if she would move it so I could get mine out. She said, “Oh, just take mine”. I asked if she needed anything form the store and she said no. So I took her car and went off to the store.
Upon my arrival back home I walked into the kitchen to find Tenley standing there looking a little drunk. Next to her on the counter was an empty bottle of wine. It was an expensive bottle that a friend had given me for Christmas. One I had been saving. There was about 1/16 of a glass left in it. I asked her why she had drunken it and she said “because I wanted something to drink but you had my car so I couldn’t go to the store”. REALLY?! So after asking her to move her car so I could take mine and asking her if she needed anything from the store and her saying no, she went ahead and drank a bottle of wine that she knew I was saving.
It wasn’t really the fact that she drank the wine that pissed me off so much, and believe me, it pissed me off! But it was the little shit eating (or wine drinking) grin she had on her face. She got no joy out of drinking it, I am sure it really just masked the pain of being Tenley like all the other drinking and drugs; her joy in this case came from hurting me. I truly believe that hurting other people is more than just a means to an end at times. It really is a drug for them. I source of enjoyment for them.
There was another night were she had been hanging out at my friend’s house. There were a lot of people who hung out there and most of them could find drugs of some sort or another. So she takes off with one of them to find something. A few hours later she shows up and starts talking about how she had to jump out of his car and run because he was trying to rape her. This was at a stop light mind you. There were cops involved but I never really got the full or true story on it. I just chalked it up as another guy trying to rape my sister. She must be some kind of rape magnet or something. Or maybe, just maybe, she is simply full of shit.
Spring Break for Tenley Myers
At what age does it become creepy to go to spring break?
When your 30 something years old, living in your brother’s house because you’re hiding from drug dealers and you find yourself stealing your brother s luggage so you can go to spring break, I think there might be problem with priorities. I am thinking if I went to spring break at that age I would feel like the creepy old dude that never figured out how to stop partying. I guess that was never an issue for her because that is exactly what she did. At the time I was traveling full time for work only being home on the weekends. If I was in town I was in the office all day. When I came home from work on Friday afternoon and found that Tenley had taken the luggage that I needed to use that week I was pissed. That was the last straw. I decided when I got back from that trip I was moving her out of my house for good and never speaking with her again. The question is, how do you move someone out when they are not there? What I did was rent a storage space big enough for all of her stuff for one month, bought a combination lock, and sent her the address and combination where she could pick her shit up.
I wonder if King Kong is as pissed at me as she is.
Oh the lamp. What a childish thing. Not even considering the childishness of her position but mine. The lamp was a stupid way to make up for things the Tenley had done to me. It was nothing but a jab at her. Nothing but knowing that it would hurt her and that is what I was going for. In the end I know that it worked. Now more than a decade later it is one of the only things she has to use as a deflection of the truth against her that she can justify in her mind against me. In her mind it brings my actions down to the level of hers. For me it was nothing more than a little dig against her for all the pain that she dealt out to me, my family, and the friends I had at the time. If what she was going for was having a lasting impression on the people involved in that space at that time, she accomplished her goal.
The lamp was a plastic replica of the Empire State Building. It was a black light. Tenley’s claim was that it was used on the set of the movie King Kong. She said it was given to her from someone who worked on the set during production. I never did get any clarification as to whether her claim was the 1933 or 1976 version of the movie. It couldn’t have been the 2005 version because this story occurred long before that. Now I find it hard to believe that it was either of these because I have seen both movies and don’t remember the building looking like this:
Furthermore with a little bit of research you can find that it was created in the 80’s in Japan and that yes, a copy of this lamp was used in the movies “Big” and “Coming to America”.
So the history of this lamp really does remain a mystery. Knowing people how I do, knowing the nature of people who have lived the lifestyle that Tenley has lead I have to believe the lamp was just a payment for either drugs or sex. That a story was made up, no doubt the person worked at a studio, this is not uncommon in that area. But did it appear in King Kong? I really doubt it but I don’t know and in the end I really don’t care. It served its purpose as mental payment for my reaching out to my sister, even knowing how it could turn out, and having her walk all over my life and my closest friend’s lives.
Sadly Tenley’s lamp met its fate one sunny afternoon at the land fill in Contra Costa County. As it flew through the air propelled by all the energy I could muster I wondered what would break, would it shatter? When it hit the base of that concrete hole next to all the other crap I was throwing out that day. It was different to me. It signified the end of a horrible relationship. It felt good. In the end it cracked down one side and the metal plate came off the bottom spilling its innards like a disembowelment. It was fitting and in a sad way, very gratifying.
I could have sold the lamp and from what I can tell I could have gotten hundreds of dollars for it. It really is unique and different. It is no “one of a kind” like she stated to me back then, but it is unique. If I had chosen to sell the lamp it wouldn’t have given me the great satisfaction that it did in the end. Because in the end, life is not about money, at least not for me.
This was after all a very fitting end to the story of Moving Tenley Into My Home.
After kicking Tenley out of my house she left the following message on mom’s answering machine:
Basically this is a threat. At this point all she had was dad. Her fear was that I would tell dad about her actions while living at my house. He had to wonder why after her moving up only three weeks later she would be moving back and the two of us would not speak to each other. The fact is I would never do that, why you ask? Because at the time I was not 12 years old. By this age I wouldn’t tattle. Hell, think about what you just heard. That was coming from a 35 year old “woman”.
After that she left a message explaining how she was back in LA. I will let it speak for itself:
Oh wait, did she say she would call back after she figured out what she would do? She did didn’t she?
Please remember that what you just heard was from a 35 year old “woman”. This is not a pissed off teenager we are listening to here.
This is a full blown grown up sociopath.