Saturday, November 24, 2012: Hi Sam. It’s been a crazy couple days dealing with Adriana Coronel Tenorio (AKA Adriana Howitt Coronel, Ari Coronel, Ari Coronel Tenorio, Ari Howitt, Ari Howitt Coronel). I guess it should go without saying because Thanksgiving was two days ago. My favorite holiday. With every major holiday or birthday of yours, chaos typically follows because of Adriana. Why should this Thanksgiving be any different?
Don’t get me wrong, I have a lot to be Thankful for Sam. I am acutely aware of the things I have been blessed with. Most importantly, you being a healthy, beautiful girl and the best daughter a Dad could have. Having said all that, I was prepared to spend the weekend with you and judging by the excitement on your face you were excited to see me and help me cook. Of course, Adriana had a problem with all this. The hostility she showed towards me was relentless not to mention uncalled for. For weeks I have been bombarded with request after request to help Adriana out of her financial messes. Under normal circumstances I would not care. I would be more than happy to help her out. There is nothing given in return. Nothing.
The point of me being there is for you Sam, not Adriana. She sees us making the most out of a bad situation and having fun cooking. Why ruin your happiness? I don’t get it. So there we were, minding our own business and ½ way through cooking Adriana decided to continue to try and antagonize me into a fight with me when her father and Axel Alvarez Coronel (AKA Axel Coronel) were calling it a night. The hostility kept coming and finally having had enough I told Adriana that maybe I should go home. She replied that “yes, maybe you should”. I know too well what she is capable of and trying to reason with Adriana was not happening. Especially when I had no idea why she was so angry with me in the first place. I had to leave Sam because it was only going to get worse if I stayed. As I called Alfredo to pick me up, I turned off the oven. I figured you all could finish this tonight or tomorrow. And that is how my favorite holiday ended. I really had to fight back the tears as I drove home Sam. I am writing this and I am still incredibly sad.
As all this is going on, Adriana wrote me the typical diatribe about what a bad person I am. She would not talk to me when I was there, and when she did she was hostile at best. Nor would she call me when I was standing in the border line three hours after I got there. No, she chooses to hide behind email, again. Why? I have no idea.
