The Letter I Got From the Wicked Witch of the West

screen grabA very long time ago when I was 18, I was living in Mammoth Lakes in California. The reason I was there was to escape an abusive situation (mentally and physically) by my stepmother. When I tried to explain to people about her, I referred to her as the Wicked Witch of the West, a character in one of my favorite movies, the Wizard of Oz. This character description is perfect for my stepmother.

The Wicked Witch of the West is the major antagonist in the story.

When I was living in Mammoth Lakes, my stepmother decided to write me the following letter about a month after I turned 18. I have scanned it in its entirety. Before you read it, I’d like to say that EVERYTHING she accuses me of is a lie. The truth is that she stole most of the money I made working at the factory my father ran, the summer before I left home. Also, she and my father sold my car and kept the money. This letter proves that you can choose your family… unfortunately my father picked the wrong woman. Especially when that person is just 7 years older than me.


One of Carolyn’s wishes came true. I have not seen her since I was 17 and not long after this letter, my father told me that I can never have contact with him ever again. This included phone calls, greeting cards for birthdays, and more. The last time I spoke with my father (around 15 years ago), he dialed me by mistake, so that call didn’t last long. I’ve never met one of my half-sisters, and the other I have only seen once since then.

Neither of my half-sisters will be my friend on Facebook, because of my stepmother. She has spent her entire life, since I was 17, telling my two half-sisters what a terrible person I am. So I don’t think I will ever see them again. This really saddens me because I was the “live-in babysitter” for my sister Amy. To this day, I really miss being part of her life.

What also saddens me that my kids never had two grandfathers, only one. I’m especially sensitive to this since ALL of my grandparents died before I was born.

After reading this letter, many decades later, I wondered to myself if my accomplishments piss Carolyn off? I hope they do!

  • I did graduate from High School.
  • I did join the US Navy and when I left I was a Petty Officer Second Class.
  • When I was 18, I was the head manager at a restaurant & profit sharing.
  • I’m an award-winning photographer.
  • I’m an award-winning software engineer and a patented inventor!
  • I taught at a University for 18 years.
  • I travel the world helping others by teaching software engineers.
  • I’ve written more books than I can remember now, and am still writing!
  • And much more.

I don’t know if it was that letter or the abuse from her or her constantly telling me I would never amount to anything; I was very driven when I was young to succeed in work and life. Later, when I was married, my drive was to be a better dad, husband, and provider.

Carolyn also left me with two chronic physical aliments that have left with permanent chronic pain that I will have for the rest of my life. If anything, SHE owes me hundreds of thousands of dollars for medical bills and pain an suffering.

In the end, Carolyn McCarter (Owens) and her emotional issues have ruined many lives. Mine, my brother, her kids, my kids, and even our neighbors in Flagstaff, Arizona where at least one of them had to move across town to get away from her. I’m not letting my father off the hook since he enabled her to carry out her “KGB” style of psychological warfare against his two sons. She won the war.