Denial to save face. You canāt hurt š me. I donāt give a fuck you bastard. All this when I truly care more deeply than I can even explain.
B warned me that Iād get hurt. He told me people suck. He said āMost donāt care Jillā. And me lil Pollyanna thought surely heās got to care. Why wouldnāt he care? Why wouldnāt he do the right thing? We must have different definitions of ārightā.
Silly thoughts invade my brain. Just writing this is libel. Defamation all over the news. And I sure as fuck didnāt follow that noise. Because Iām a hypocrite. Guess Iām like most people. The mofos who donāt care.
My statements are true and still fairly cryptic. I didnāt hire a lawyer for the first phase of this wild ride. Instead I went to the online legal library at UT. Got the template and wrote up my own petition for cause. And I won š my petition! But the information was limited. I guess I need an attorney after all to help me get the rest of whatās mine. And Iām not talking about material stuff. I want data as it relates to me!
For now this much I know for sure. Package was picked up 1:36 pm on May 31, 2022. No more denial for either of us.
Oh who am I kidding? Denial is my safety net. Iām already making excuses for him and for why the package has not yet been acknowledged. Trying to shelter myself from the cruel and unusual punishment.
As always more to come.