Let me state right at the top of this that I write my own
emails and NO ONE controls my communication, or when and how I choose to
communicate. I am not cut off, isolated, drugged, in bondage or kidnapped. I do
not belong to anyone but God. I am a man who wishes to be let alone to find his
own life.
Leny So, I was NOT HAPPY that you suddenly showed up in my
life, unannounced, at the biggest tournament of the year, and that you came
with Susan Leonard whom I hardly know. In the last six years I’ve only see you
once a year for about a week, I hardly know you either. And you certainly don’t
know me to even suggest that I am anyone’s personal zombie.
All your statements to Chessdom (http://www.chessdom.com/eleanor-so-wesley-was-very-happy-to-see-us-in-st-louis/) are sad, ridiculous and
completely untrue. You exposed my emails? Should I send out a few of the many
you’ve sent me over the years where you call me putang ina mo (kinda funny
that) and threaten me with being cut off from the So family forever if I do not
do what you want?
Photos can lie and those do. I was desperately trying to be
nice hoping you and Susan would leave more quickly. I see it was a mistake.
Lotis even invited you to come to Minnesota to talk to me there, not here. What
was your answer to her? You asked if she was going to pay for it.
I am uncomfortable around you. You want me to respect you
but you have never respected me. You left me when I was sixteen, telling me to
become a man and find my life. Well I have found it, you just don’t like it.
For your information it was not the Key family who wanted to
go to the media. It was me who pushed them to speak out for me because I was
going crazy with anger, after you revealed to us your involvement with Paul
Truong (come on, you know you told me right here in my room that he had given
you my flight information, arrival time and room number). You insisted that was
all it was and you never met him or saw him. Yet right there on Chessdom are
pictures of you posing at Webster.
Calling your room to check if you had left yet, the operator
would not give me the information unless I gave them the name of the person in
the room. I tried your name. No. I tried Susan’s name. No. Then I guessed Paul
Truong and yup, the operator told me that was the name on the credit card. She even
spelled it out for me.
That was when I had you banned from the Chess Club because
you were lying to me from the moment you said hello. The stress of finding out
your betrayal ruined my tournament.
Screaming curses at me in the street, grabbing my arms and
trying to drag me along with you?
Humiliating me in public? Your way of showing
love? And you think it strange that I ask people I trust to be with me all the
time? I ask the Key family to accompany me to tournaments to help me. It does
not isolate me, it protects me.
Stop blaming our terrible family relationship on the
innocent family that has provided me with help and support. They took me in
when I needed someone and have worked hard to guide and nurture me. They take
nothing at all from me and you know that. They are always there for me helping
me at great inconvenience to their own lives, and instead of thanking them you
have maligned and smeared them to make yourself look like a loving, concerned
mother. Lotis was always advising me to try and repair my relationship with you
and I could never explain why I just can’t. At least now she can see it for
herself.
So how about my bank account numbers please? You know? My
life savings you said were keeping for me when I was a minor? I have already
contacted Royal Bank of Canada, and strangely, the bulk of my savings is not
there. Want to explain that publicly?
And those furious emails I sent you were certainly not
written during match times because I wrote them myself, here in my hotel room.
The Key family never even saw, or knew about them.
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