You don’t understand, I wouldn’t think of doing such things if I hadn’t been pushed to my limits.
I know that. But it’s not the point and you know it.
I’ve got this really good story, I’ve pitched it, I’ve got a major news website interested in it and the only reason I haven’t done anything about it is because it would get him in trouble. I know if our positions were reversed, he wouldn’t hesitate to drop me in it especially if it helped his career. What’s stopping me now?
From a lawyer’s viewpoint, I have to say you’re well within your rights. There’d be no legal repercussions for you. But…
But you’re too nice, that’s why you haven’t done anything about it yet. You know that if you went ahead, you’d probably regret it afterwards. It’d be too late to take it back then. Are you really prepared to possibly ruin somebody’s career, even if it’s a sick fuck’s career?
So I’m supposed to forget about a story I really care about so as to show decency to someone who has shown me none whatsoever? The journalist in me is screaming.
There’s no “supposed” about it. It is up to you. I’m just pointing out that you should think about this very carefully because once it’s done, there’s no going back. You can’t stand hurting people. That’s what got you in this mess in the first place.
You already know me too well. What about his friends and family? Don’t they deserve to know what he is? What he’s capable of? I’ve got tons, TONS of messages to prove the depth of his sickness & deceit…
You’re only telling me this because you know it’s a bad idea and you want me to tell you it is a bad idea.
Maybe. I’m just so angry.
I know. Think about it. You’d make a great case, I’m sure. You have a lawyer’s mind if I ever saw one. But… You’re too intelligent not to work through your anger. You’re too intelligent, period. You’d destroy whoever you went up against, we both know that. They’d have no chance against you but I repeat: you’re too nice. You’re not ruthless, you haven’t got it in you, no matter how angry you are right now.
Do you have to be so wise and sensible?
Look, anybody who’s done what they have to you needs their face rearranged…
But? I sense a but again…
But you’ve got to let it go. You’re not going to feel any better by taking revenge. You’re not them, you’re you. You don’t work like that.
So I’m supposed to let it all go, even the money he took from me under false pretenses, the emotional abuse that went on for years, the constant lying…and even now he’s telling people I’m a freak, a demented woman, some kind of stalker even…and he can produce all my angry posts as evidence because they don’t have a fucking clue about the abuse that led me to write those posts…he’s tarnishing my reputation…
Who are these people he’s telling?
You know, his friends and…
Do you care about these people?
Well then? That’s it? I don’t care about those people but it’s the fact he’s lying to them…about me…and they swallow it all…okay, what if I bump into him while he’s with that stupid little girl of his? I won’t be able to stop myself from saying something.
Not if you’re with me. You’ll hold my hand and walk away. You have too much class to acknowledge a) stupidity and b) venom
I feel there should be a couple more letters here, at least a c?
I can give you the entire alphabet if you like. You might be a warrior but you shouldn’t be fighting people who are not worthy of you.
You don’t understand. I’d never really had drama…not REAL drama, until this freak came into my life…I saved him from so much crap…and yet he was abusive and cruel and lied to me to the very end! I could so easily bury him with what I know…
Undoubtedly. Isn’t that enough? The knowledge that you could and yet choose not to?
You’re not charging me for this, are you? Because I definitely can’t afford your hourly rate. Doesn’t all this make you want to scarper? A lot of guys would run a mile if they were confronted with this shit so early on…
I’m not a lot of guys. I’m not going anywhere. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re a really bad liar and I can spot liars a mile off, comes with the territory. That’s one of the things I love about you: your honesty. You met a sick fuck who took advantage of your generosity and kind heart. It happens. It’s not your fault and it says far more about him than it does about you. Anybody who knows you and cares about you knows the truth, forget about his friends. If they can’t see he’s stark raving bonkers, it’s nothing to do with you.
Bonkers? laughing! You British people and your expressions…but no, of course they can’t see. They don’t know him at all. They think there’s nothing wrong with moving in with somebody you’ve known less than 2 months. Leaving your country and the family you love sooo much for someone you haven’t even known 2 months, WHO does that but the deluded and desperate?! They’re both in dire need of therapy…
Nobody in their right mind would do that… but it’s nothing to do with you. Let it go. The sick fuck has done enough damage. He’s taken enough from you, don’t let him take anymore. Carry on being happy and successful. Sick fucks don’t get to be happy, they rarely get to be successful. You’re brave, he’s a coward. You are all that matters. Fuck him.
*End of transcript which is published with the Lawyer’s full knowledge*