The Anatomy Of A Call


Everyday / Sunday, September 18th, 2022

This page has received a fair number of visits from someone. The last was Saturday, Feb 25, at about 18:00 hours.

Hence, the content of this page has been hidden.

What happened is real. What happened is pain and anguish, and I won’t allow someone to tramp over this, in their bid to protect one ass.

As the people who helped me told me, ‘We can protect you from the guy, Madam, but that guy’s girlfriend is who you should be scared of.’

I am not scared. But I will not allow hatred to win. In my world, kindness and compassion mean that we set our boundaries firmly with love. We can allow for forgiveness if asked with patience, remorse, and regret. But not to keep sneaking in on this page to laugh at me. No.

Stop crouching behind firewalls, proxy sites or VPN. I will always know.

“Saapatcha, my dear Wolf? Your light shines! You show me the way, my beacon of wisdom. Did you eat? Did you sleep? Your poor insecurities, how they don’t understand I choose your toxicity over everything precious. Poor Wolf. Did you abuse anyone else today? Let me heart those posts.”

2 Replies to “The Anatomy Of A Call”

  1. Wow! Reading this made me feel your anxiety waiting for a true “I’m sorry”. But as Swati says your last lines are what matters. Big hug!

  2. Just reading this is making my heart race, my palms sweat. Remembering that day. But yes, the last lines you wrote are what matter.

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