Betty,
That's really scary.  It's a scarier story than one of those horror flicks.
You have been placed in a very real problem at a vulnerable time in life.
Some do-gooders  I swear are the anti-Christ, you know people who seem to be
doing good but, are doing for their own benefit and not from a loving giving
place.  The problem comes when you get a life, their devil face shows up.
There's one of those technical, medical names for the condition, can't think
of it now.  I hope that's the last of it.  It would be hard to get a
restraining order on it now would it.  She would need to sit outside the
church to go.

Beth the OT

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Subject: Unfinished Symphony (Do Gooder story)


Crap.  I meant to save the other post for later, but absent-mindedly hit
"send now" instead.  What a brain.  The word "unremarkable" was used to
describe my MRI.  I thought that just meant that I didn't have MS.

Here's the story.  I'm not in the mood to try to write well this day, so
bear
with me please.  I very much would like to vent about this if you don't
mind.


An old friend waltzes into my life after several years of no contact.  We
had
grown apart, as friends often do, with no malice intended.  We just got into
different stuff after we were teenagers.  It happens -- no big deal.

Now though, Betty is different.  Betty is gimp, and gimp is Betty.  Betty
needs help.

<snip>

I'll give her credit.  She got a hellova lot farther in than anyone else
would have.  Usually, once somebody has pulled a stunt like that with me, I
get them out of the picture fast.  She just got in the back door, that's
all.
 That door is closed tight now though.

What can I say?  I let it happen.  Still, this was rape.  No, it was worse
than being raped-- way worse.

Betty