n the three months since my beloved Dad passed, I have had the pleasure and privilege of taking care of my amazing Mom.
Today is June 13 2011. I have been here since march 7, 2011, when I came home to find my mother sprawled unconscious and alone on the kitchen floor. It took me 15 minutes to lift her bodily. She was in shock from the trauma of having my father pass away in her arms. I do not know where any of my brothers were.
My brother mark has been enormously hepful. He and I stayed when Mom had pneumonia. We took turns for two weeks cooking for her, staying with her (she always had a "bodyguard")keeping Mom safe and healthy until she could sit up by herself.
Mark spelled me for the the two 5 day periods in which i went to the city. Those perioDs were in midmarch and later in June of 2011. Aside from that, I have been keeping my mother company, cheering her up, accompanying her to the clinic when she has had hypertensive attacks; doing laundry, light cleaning and keeping her spirits up.
have seen my brother Evan and his wife Margaret three or possibly four times since dad's death. There was a terribly upsetting incident on March 24th..? My brother Evan had been needlessly hostile and aggressive, and he and his wife sent out emails that were untrue, extremely hurtful, and damaging to my reputation. One of these emails was sent out to 45 people, in which Evan claimed i had stolen a thousand dollars from my mother and in which he called me a "piece of shit." As he knew at the time, I had asked my aunt, Ruth Bricker, to lend me a thousand dollars, as Mom's assets had been frozen and I needed money for groceries and in case of emergency. Although I sent Ruth a check for full repayment, she refused to cash it, saying that she loves and admires me and that the money was a gift in honor of my father. Our grocery receipts will show that I spent that money on groceries.
My mother also cashed several checks from me at this time.
In June of last year, I was taken to the hospital, with a narrowing of the aorta that was consistenT with My ED Primary Diagnosis, as listed by the attnding ED physicians, Dr. Stanley Wu and resident Elvina Khusainova. Attending nurse Ellen Miele RN was also present. At this time, my hospital report states that I am a smoker, who drinks socially and who has no drug use. The form also states that I had the exact dose of my ADD medication, Adderall, in my system, to corresponmd with a prescription written by my physician, Dr. Steven Lamm.
While I was in the hospital, my fiance was seeing another woman, katrina Eugenia. The night I got home from the hospital, I found he had packed my bags and called a car service to take me to my parents' house in Annapolis MD. I went, as i was emotionally and physically drained. The next day, he informed me by email first that he was going to a photo shoot by Katrina Eugenia. I didn't know that it was also going to co-star Katrina Eugenia. He got back from the shoot and broke up with me by email immediately. The next day, Photos from the shoot were posted. In them, Miss Eugenia is in her underwear, and my fiance is undressing. They are obviously having an affair.
I was devastated, especially as heart failure often brings with it an attendant physical side effect: clinical depression.
When I got back, my fiance avoided me, although one night when I stayed in our apartment, I heard and saw him with Miss Eugenia, coming up the stairs. I called out hello to him, and I got a panicky and abusive text message back from him: It said, and i quote from the message, "What the hell are you doing there! Don't you ever fucking come back to the apartment without telling me!" Looking out the window, I had already seen him and a woman answering miss Eugenia's description.
The next month and a half were sheer torture. My fiance slept at Katrina's house every night. He immediately found an apartment for himself. I had no where to go. During this time, I was desperate to stay in the apartment as I was exhausted. However, my credit was not good enough to keep the lease. Nor was my credit good enough to get me another place. Also, I had just realized that my savings were not going to cover anything remotely as large as these expenses were going to be. John gave me $300, and then we spent a months moving stuff into heavy boxes, during a heat wave, while i recovered from my heart problem.
John did not help me. He was distant and abusive.
During this time, when i was desperate, alone, and still suffering from the effects of Acute Ischemic Heart Disease, my brother Evan told me to ask him for help and advice. I wrote an email, which is available online in its entirety, in which i asked if he could possibly so-sign the lease, as I had a potential room mate and enough money to cover the next month's rent. I had a job offer, as well. At no time did i ask my brother for money. I was asking for a respite in order to heal, breathe and not have to put everything i owned into storage.
He wrote nack and said "No", annd I said "That's fine. I love you."
End of story.
Somehow, this plea from his desperately ill younger sister, got re-insterpreted. Despite the written evidence dated 7/10/10 of this email, Evan and his wife somehow decided that i had asked them for 30,000 dollars.
I would like to state emphatically at this time that that was never my intention. The email shows a confused woman who is desperate to please. It does not show, at all, the personality type who would be able to make this demand. Far from being demanding, the tone of the letter is apologetic.
Soon after this, Evan and margaret Thalenberg chose to tell my family, their friends and people whom I'd never met, that:
1) I had not had a heart problem, or if I did, it was caused by Adderall;
2) I had demanded 30,000 dollars from them.
As I had never borrowed money from them, and wouldn't until October 10 2010, when I was desperately ill and too depressed to function, it would never occurred to me that this would be the inference.
Right at this time, I found an illegal sublet. I moved in. I put everything i owned into storage, and paid movers. To date, the cost of being abandoned in such an exceptionally callous way, has been about 24,000 dollars.
The woman from whom I was renting turned out to be unbalanced. I had to move again, in the middle of a clinical depression so deep that I was not functional.
when the heat in the new place turned out to be nonexistent in the coldest weeks in NYC history, I had to break down, move my stuff out, and store it at three different places. I had to borrow money from my dad to live in a 99 dollar a night hotel for a week, while I fulfilled business obligations.
During this time, my brother and my sister visited my parents. From my mother and father's separate recountings, my sister in law demanded that they stop helping me financially. My sister in law grew visibly loud, irrational and threatening. My mother had to forcibly eject my sister-in-law from the house, as my father was having heart palpitations.
The first and only email I got from my sister in law (which is also saved) is dated the day after his death. It says simply, "You left a 500 dollar check to your father on his desk. I am going to deposit it."
That was it.
Since that time, my brother and sister in law have been traveling continuously, enjoying sumPtuous vacations in NYC, Barbados and Portugal. As of today, my brother has visited once in the period since march 30th. My sister in law refuses to accompnay him, citing her antipathy towards me.
Evan and Margaret also misrepresented the truth to my sister Toni. They told her they were paying Mom's bills. In fact, they lent her 3000 dollars in March. They have since demanded, and recieved, repayment in full. A wire transfer went out to them on Friday June 11.
I have sPent all but ten days with my mother: helping her, encouraging her, and making her life easier and more enjoyable. My brother david lives in England and has not visited after Dad's death. Although he did see fit to forward a confidential email I had written to him, in which I expressed my frustration about being slandered, and fanatsized abpout seeking legal action against the source of the malicious and untrue stories being circulated about me. When informed of this breach of confidentiality, I gathered all my strength and went downstairs to apologize to Evan and maragret.
They turned their backs on me. I went upstairs and, finding the Vicodin that my brother Mark has, legally, I shook out 20 with the intention of ending my life. After taking four, I called a friend in the Midwest and said "Talk me out of this." He did. Meanwhile, Maragret cam up to my room and started screamiung "You kicked me in the stomach last July!" As last July I had done nothing of the sort, I was baffled by this.
Ever since then, my family has treated me as anathema. My mother and i have been ostracized by every single friend and relation except Christine and Evan Evans, and Darcy. My niece informed me on the phone that she "doesn't want to be part of my drama"; that "she knows [I]take drugs; and that I was 'almost homesless" so she can't talk to me.
When I stated that I was doing a good job taking care of Mom, my niece sneerringly said "Where ELSE can you GO?" She aslo told me that she "doesn't care at all" about me" and that her parents are "sick of being called all the time with your drama and lies."
An inspection of my phone records in the past decade, available through Crdeo, will show that I have called them perhaps 14 times in the last 10 years, usually to wish them happy birthday. Until June of last year, my life was very good. They also implied that my friendship with Courtney Love was a "drugbuddy" situation. I can provide multiple witness from the Standard hotel and from the A List, who can testify that I was on Courtney's payroll as a coach for her Buddhist Practice. Many, many people have seen us chanting "nam myo renge kyo" tohgether, often for hours at a time. At no time has anyone, ever, seen me take drugs or engage in ay behaviour that would suggest I am participating in drug use. I don't LIKE drugs.
This is adversely affecting my life. The sheer injustice of it all, and the casual bullying by a couple who feel that their possession of more money than most people, puts them above the normal human considerations of justice. kindness and truth,
To sum up: I have been the focus of a malicious campaign to blacken my name with lies. I believe that maragret's hatred for me is traceable to the fact that my very kind parents "adopted" her after her father took his own life and her mother threw her out. She lived with us, and was supported by my parents fully, from 1975-1982. My parents paid for her therapy, her room and board, my brother's law school, and maragret and evan's first apartments.
Margaret was so wounded by her father's perceived "abandonment", that she was very angry at my own father, as well as being angry at me for "stealing the spotlight" from her by being the only other girl. She has demonstrated her hostility by other actions, such as sending back a necklace i sent her with the name "Maragret" in script, with a note saying she was going to "throw it in the trash." Her daughter informed me that margaret said it was broken. I am looking at both the necklace and the note as I type this. The necklace is not, and never was, broken. it is, however, part of a larger pattern of unprovoked hostility, ill will and either malice or what looks like jealousy. As I have a quick wit and an affable presence, I have attracted many very high status friends, boyfriends, and professional clients, from Daphne Guinness to Cornelia Guest to Shia LaBouef to carey Mulligan, and then some. I believe that myy being engaged to Norman Mailer's youngest son John Buffalo Mailer, a man who seemd both movie-star-handsome AND utterly devoted to me, sent her into a tailspin of helpless rage and envy. perhaps I am wrong. However, I can no longer bear the huge price of one woman's seemingly insatiable vendetta against me. As I had unstable angina a year ago at 48, the chances of my having a second and fatal heart attack within five years, is quite strong. This kind of stress is ACTIVELY unhealthy for me. It also is taking a toll on my mother, who watches me sob about this situation ecvery day.
Thank you for reading this.
I swear that every single word in this, and the statement in it's entirety, is true. Please see notary seal below.
Peri Lyons Thalenberg
Today is June 13 2011. I have been here since march 7, 2011, when I came home to find my mother sprawled unconscious and alone on the kitchen floor. It took me 15 minutes to lift her bodily. She was in shock from the trauma of having my father pass away in her arms. I do not know where any of my brothers were.
My brother mark has been enormously hepful. He and I stayed when Mom had pneumonia. We took turns for two weeks cooking for her, staying with her (she always had a "bodyguard")keeping Mom safe and healthy until she could sit up by herself.
Mark spelled me for the the two 5 day periods in which i went to the city. Those perioDs were in midmarch and later in June of 2011. Aside from that, I have been keeping my mother company, cheering her up, accompanying her to the clinic when she has had hypertensive attacks; doing laundry, light cleaning and keeping her spirits up.
have seen my brother Evan and his wife Margaret three or possibly four times since dad's death. There was a terribly upsetting incident on March 24th..? My brother Evan had been needlessly hostile and aggressive, and he and his wife sent out emails that were untrue, extremely hurtful, and damaging to my reputation. One of these emails was sent out to 45 people, in which Evan claimed i had stolen a thousand dollars from my mother and in which he called me a "piece of shit." As he knew at the time, I had asked my aunt, Ruth Bricker, to lend me a thousand dollars, as Mom's assets had been frozen and I needed money for groceries and in case of emergency. Although I sent Ruth a check for full repayment, she refused to cash it, saying that she loves and admires me and that the money was a gift in honor of my father. Our grocery receipts will show that I spent that money on groceries.
My mother also cashed several checks from me at this time.
In June of last year, I was taken to the hospital, with a narrowing of the aorta that was consistenT with My ED Primary Diagnosis, as listed by the attnding ED physicians, Dr. Stanley Wu and resident Elvina Khusainova. Attending nurse Ellen Miele RN was also present. At this time, my hospital report states that I am a smoker, who drinks socially and who has no drug use. The form also states that I had the exact dose of my ADD medication, Adderall, in my system, to corresponmd with a prescription written by my physician, Dr. Steven Lamm.
While I was in the hospital, my fiance was seeing another woman, katrina Eugenia. The night I got home from the hospital, I found he had packed my bags and called a car service to take me to my parents' house in Annapolis MD. I went, as i was emotionally and physically drained. The next day, he informed me by email first that he was going to a photo shoot by Katrina Eugenia. I didn't know that it was also going to co-star Katrina Eugenia. He got back from the shoot and broke up with me by email immediately. The next day, Photos from the shoot were posted. In them, Miss Eugenia is in her underwear, and my fiance is undressing. They are obviously having an affair.
I was devastated, especially as heart failure often brings with it an attendant physical side effect: clinical depression.
When I got back, my fiance avoided me, although one night when I stayed in our apartment, I heard and saw him with Miss Eugenia, coming up the stairs. I called out hello to him, and I got a panicky and abusive text message back from him: It said, and i quote from the message, "What the hell are you doing there! Don't you ever fucking come back to the apartment without telling me!" Looking out the window, I had already seen him and a woman answering miss Eugenia's description.
The next month and a half were sheer torture. My fiance slept at Katrina's house every night. He immediately found an apartment for himself. I had no where to go. During this time, I was desperate to stay in the apartment as I was exhausted. However, my credit was not good enough to keep the lease. Nor was my credit good enough to get me another place. Also, I had just realized that my savings were not going to cover anything remotely as large as these expenses were going to be. John gave me $300, and then we spent a months moving stuff into heavy boxes, during a heat wave, while i recovered from my heart problem.
John did not help me. He was distant and abusive.
During this time, when i was desperate, alone, and still suffering from the effects of Acute Ischemic Heart Disease, my brother Evan told me to ask him for help and advice. I wrote an email, which is available online in its entirety, in which i asked if he could possibly so-sign the lease, as I had a potential room mate and enough money to cover the next month's rent. I had a job offer, as well. At no time did i ask my brother for money. I was asking for a respite in order to heal, breathe and not have to put everything i owned into storage.
He wrote nack and said "No", annd I said "That's fine. I love you."
End of story.
Somehow, this plea from his desperately ill younger sister, got re-insterpreted. Despite the written evidence dated 7/10/10 of this email, Evan and his wife somehow decided that i had asked them for 30,000 dollars.
I would like to state emphatically at this time that that was never my intention. The email shows a confused woman who is desperate to please. It does not show, at all, the personality type who would be able to make this demand. Far from being demanding, the tone of the letter is apologetic.
Soon after this, Evan and margaret Thalenberg chose to tell my family, their friends and people whom I'd never met, that:
1) I had not had a heart problem, or if I did, it was caused by Adderall;
2) I had demanded 30,000 dollars from them.
As I had never borrowed money from them, and wouldn't until October 10 2010, when I was desperately ill and too depressed to function, it would never occurred to me that this would be the inference.
Right at this time, I found an illegal sublet. I moved in. I put everything i owned into storage, and paid movers. To date, the cost of being abandoned in such an exceptionally callous way, has been about 24,000 dollars.
The woman from whom I was renting turned out to be unbalanced. I had to move again, in the middle of a clinical depression so deep that I was not functional.
when the heat in the new place turned out to be nonexistent in the coldest weeks in NYC history, I had to break down, move my stuff out, and store it at three different places. I had to borrow money from my dad to live in a 99 dollar a night hotel for a week, while I fulfilled business obligations.
During this time, my brother and my sister visited my parents. From my mother and father's separate recountings, my sister in law demanded that they stop helping me financially. My sister in law grew visibly loud, irrational and threatening. My mother had to forcibly eject my sister-in-law from the house, as my father was having heart palpitations.
The first and only email I got from my sister in law (which is also saved) is dated the day after his death. It says simply, "You left a 500 dollar check to your father on his desk. I am going to deposit it."
That was it.
Since that time, my brother and sister in law have been traveling continuously, enjoying sumPtuous vacations in NYC, Barbados and Portugal. As of today, my brother has visited once in the period since march 30th. My sister in law refuses to accompnay him, citing her antipathy towards me.
Evan and Margaret also misrepresented the truth to my sister Toni. They told her they were paying Mom's bills. In fact, they lent her 3000 dollars in March. They have since demanded, and recieved, repayment in full. A wire transfer went out to them on Friday June 11.
I have sPent all but ten days with my mother: helping her, encouraging her, and making her life easier and more enjoyable. My brother david lives in England and has not visited after Dad's death. Although he did see fit to forward a confidential email I had written to him, in which I expressed my frustration about being slandered, and fanatsized abpout seeking legal action against the source of the malicious and untrue stories being circulated about me. When informed of this breach of confidentiality, I gathered all my strength and went downstairs to apologize to Evan and maragret.
They turned their backs on me. I went upstairs and, finding the Vicodin that my brother Mark has, legally, I shook out 20 with the intention of ending my life. After taking four, I called a friend in the Midwest and said "Talk me out of this." He did. Meanwhile, Maragret cam up to my room and started screamiung "You kicked me in the stomach last July!" As last July I had done nothing of the sort, I was baffled by this.
Ever since then, my family has treated me as anathema. My mother and i have been ostracized by every single friend and relation except Christine and Evan Evans, and Darcy. My niece informed me on the phone that she "doesn't want to be part of my drama"; that "she knows [I]take drugs; and that I was 'almost homesless" so she can't talk to me.
When I stated that I was doing a good job taking care of Mom, my niece sneerringly said "Where ELSE can you GO?" She aslo told me that she "doesn't care at all" about me" and that her parents are "sick of being called all the time with your drama and lies."
An inspection of my phone records in the past decade, available through Crdeo, will show that I have called them perhaps 14 times in the last 10 years, usually to wish them happy birthday. Until June of last year, my life was very good. They also implied that my friendship with Courtney Love was a "drugbuddy" situation. I can provide multiple witness from the Standard hotel and from the A List, who can testify that I was on Courtney's payroll as a coach for her Buddhist Practice. Many, many people have seen us chanting "nam myo renge kyo" tohgether, often for hours at a time. At no time has anyone, ever, seen me take drugs or engage in ay behaviour that would suggest I am participating in drug use. I don't LIKE drugs.
This is adversely affecting my life. The sheer injustice of it all, and the casual bullying by a couple who feel that their possession of more money than most people, puts them above the normal human considerations of justice. kindness and truth,
To sum up: I have been the focus of a malicious campaign to blacken my name with lies. I believe that maragret's hatred for me is traceable to the fact that my very kind parents "adopted" her after her father took his own life and her mother threw her out. She lived with us, and was supported by my parents fully, from 1975-1982. My parents paid for her therapy, her room and board, my brother's law school, and maragret and evan's first apartments.
Margaret was so wounded by her father's perceived "abandonment", that she was very angry at my own father, as well as being angry at me for "stealing the spotlight" from her by being the only other girl. She has demonstrated her hostility by other actions, such as sending back a necklace i sent her with the name "Maragret" in script, with a note saying she was going to "throw it in the trash." Her daughter informed me that margaret said it was broken. I am looking at both the necklace and the note as I type this. The necklace is not, and never was, broken. it is, however, part of a larger pattern of unprovoked hostility, ill will and either malice or what looks like jealousy. As I have a quick wit and an affable presence, I have attracted many very high status friends, boyfriends, and professional clients, from Daphne Guinness to Cornelia Guest to Shia LaBouef to carey Mulligan, and then some. I believe that myy being engaged to Norman Mailer's youngest son John Buffalo Mailer, a man who seemd both movie-star-handsome AND utterly devoted to me, sent her into a tailspin of helpless rage and envy. perhaps I am wrong. However, I can no longer bear the huge price of one woman's seemingly insatiable vendetta against me. As I had unstable angina a year ago at 48, the chances of my having a second and fatal heart attack within five years, is quite strong. This kind of stress is ACTIVELY unhealthy for me. It also is taking a toll on my mother, who watches me sob about this situation ecvery day.
Thank you for reading this.
I swear that every single word in this, and the statement in it's entirety, is true. Please see notary seal below.
Peri Lyons Thalenberg
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