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Didn’t have that on my bingo card…

So a few nights ago, I made a post on a local social media site that caters to my town, suggesting we start a coalition to protect immigrants from the gestapo ICE and concentration camps. Nothing in that post advocated for the use of violence or doing anything illegal. Yet, in my redneck, backwoods, rural, conservative, town, I got a lot of pushback and even hate from my neighbors. I expected some pushback, but damn, these people were acting like I supported running over their dog or something. But, I have a thick skin, it doesn’t bother me. It just disappoints me that people are so hateful and blind.

But then, one Lucy’s grandmother started replying to my post, calling me disturbed and evil. I didn’t want any drama. So I ignored her. I went into a mental breakdown, because the realization that the things she said about me, were probably things that she and other family members were saying to Lucy about me. And who knows what Lucy thinks about me. And that fuckin hurts. I just couldn’t live knowing that she hates me. So I reached out to a friend who talked me down, and I went to bed, and was relatively fine.

Yet Lucy’s grandmother couldn’t pass up the opportunity to escalate things further. Oh shit!

Secondly, you ARE very disturbed and delusional. You are a pedophile who thinks that’s a lifestyle, not the sick criminal activity that it is. You want to protect people?! You want to protect criminals. That’s not surprising coming from the likes of you, a brainwashed, disgusting individual who thinks a small child has sexual thoughts about you. Does the name Katie Cruz ring a bell? It should. That’s the name you use in your sick group on the dark web. Ya know, the group that supports each other preying on and fantasizing about sex with children? That’s who you are. A sick, disturbed individual who thinks doing something like this will make you important and relevant. You’re not. The police wouldn’t do anything about you, but I have the proof of exactly what you are. I fear for those neighbors you claim to care about, especially if they have little girls. You should be deported along with the other illegals. See how long you live in one of their countries.
 

For some reason, her words didn’t hurt me this time. I guess I got it out of my system the night before. I’m free. I’m out. I have nothing to hide. I have nothing to be scared of. The truth has set me free. So I decided to drop some truth bombs on her. Oh shit, times 10!

Don’t start with me. I would never hurt a fly, and I figured you all would know that. It’s not in my nature. Your daughter has known me for over 20 years. She knows I wear my heart on my sleeve, and I’m a hopeless romantic, that would never hurt anyone. She knew about my orientation since high school, yet still chose to hang out with me and let me hang with her kids. If I was such a threat, that says a whole lot more about her than it does me. The police didn’t do anything, because I didn’t do anything wrong. Never have, never will, in that regard. I didn’t choose my orientation. But I can choose what I do with it, and I choose not to hurt anyone. Actually it’s not even a choice, as hurting people is not in my nature. I help keep people from acting illegally and unethically. But no good deed goes unpunished. Your daughter pushed me out of their lives, so I respected that and stayed away. It hurt. I lost my best friends. I lost the person I love most in this world. So I shared my grief with others who could understand, so they would know they are not alone, and could reach out to find the help they need. Your daughter was living her best life without me, blissfully ignorant. And then Seara Adair preyed upon her. Preyed upon all of you out of some self-righteous, vicarious, vindication to harm me at the cost of traumatizing all of you. You had no idea about the blog or my feelings, and you never would have known, had Seara Adair not preyed upon all of us. You all would have lived the rest of your lives happily ever after. And I was healing, until Seara came along and made me relive all of that trauma of losing my friends and loved ones. So until you’ve walked in my shoes, who are you to judge? Only God can judge me.

Wow. I can’t believe I did that. I don’t think it’s going to change any of their family’s feelings towards me. But I hope at the very least they always have this little feeling in the back of their mind… “What if Katie’s right? What if our trauma was caused by Seara Adair? What if the person we knew for 20 years was exactly who they said they were? What if the anti who contacted them from the internet was just a predator, looking to selfishly cause trauma, no matter how many innocent bystanders had to recklessly get hurt in the process?”

I hope this is the end of it. At least for Lucy’s sake. She doesn’t deserve all this drama in her life.

Livre sou.