Now, on to your "confessions." I did not share them with anyone, not even my closest friend, nor did I keep the pm or email or however they were sent.
You have just been caught in a lie.
You sent E's PM to me, unasked for, I might add. For some reason, most likely because I was horrified that you'd forward private messages of such a private nature, I filed what you'd sent me.
I can't tell you how thoroughly disgusted I am with you. You violated E's privacy by forwarding her PM to me (and God knows who else), you violated mine by alluding to something deeply personal that I'd told you in confidence. You make light of PTSD when I'd made it known that I suffer from it.
Then you have the utter gall to cast yourself as some sort ofvictim of other peoples' expectations! I think it's you who got a phone call, probably from someone on SI who you'd met and respected, someone who became, like me, thoroughly disgusted with your constant pot-stirring.
In all likelihood, you're going to climb back on your high horse and do one of more of the following:
A. Make a quasi-legal challenge (lest we all forget you got your law degree from Berkeley)
B. Allude once again, in an attempt to humiliate me, to what I told you in confidence over a year ago.
C. Write in a manner that casts you as merely playing a game of aliases, as though we're all here playing Dungeons and Dragons.
No matter what you answer, your lie is there for all to see. I'll be happy to let Jeff have access to my account to confirm that the PM did indeed come from you, so don't even think of playing that angle.
How can someone with three young children spend so much time on the internet and still believe she's a competent mother?
That's a rhetorical question. I already know the answer: an utter lack of self-knowledge. For as many things as you know, you know so little about yourself. |
