29th of September 2024
Slowly I am writing the book about how the Shit destroyed my life for a while.
Eventually it will be over, i.e. the writing, and I can publish it, but for now I am working on it.
I’ve been going through the conversations, slowly, and picking up what I want to share with the world, in case it could help someone in my position, so they can see that there is a way up from the darkness the shits move us into.
I got this one in March this year, even though I have told him again and again that there are no money coming from me!
“Honey I want to tell you something and please I don´t want you to be upset I beg you, I’m saying this with pains in my heart. I know that there’s is nothing I would say that will make you forgive me or be totally happy with me because its not what we planes my love….As we speak Jennfer told me that hopefully today she will see what she can do. But I’m saying these because of the love we have in our hearts and, and I’m your husband. I want to beg you, that you should find a place in your health to please help me because of our love I beg you to help me our no matter how small you can please so that I can get a medical attention I have no where to turn to as we speak I’m hungry no medication I’m all alone, you have done what no one can do for me in my life time I want to be with you, but first my health is killing me am hungry can’t assist my self I want to be well so that I can fight for our dreams to be together am begging you please don’t be mad at me I’m totally out I need your help my darling wife…it’s not manipulation or pattern cried since morning hungry my mouth has no taste am always weak my dick is down please my darling find a place in your heart to help me pls”
I´m writing this exactly how he wrote it to show you all the signs that are typical for the Shits.
The manipulation doesn’t work on me anymore but he doesn’t understand it.
He thinks the stories still can make me feel sorry and sad, so sad that I might “se it in my heart” to help!
He talks about our dreams, our dreams died long time ago and they never were ours. They were my dreams, which I sacrificed a lot, but never his. He was always just using the stupid old white woman!
Going through the messages and the obvious lies makes me in a way free.
I have been struggling on and off with that perhaps I was doing him wrong, and maybe he was a real man!
No, not anymore.
Now I can look back and I truly don´t feel anything.
That’s a good feeling and I want to share with the ones who are suffering, so they might realise that there is a way out and life after the horror.
Hulda Bjornsdottir
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