I was fifteen. You were IN YOUR TWENTIES. There’s absolutely NO non-pedophilic way to explain you coercing me to finger you, turning my friends against me, even having Mr. Hupp go so far as to say I should be LUCKY that you didn’t tell my parents. Thanks to you, I can’t trust anyone who’s especially cheery and earnest. Try your innocent act all you want, I’ll do my best to tear your ass down for what you did to me four years ago.
I know you cheat on all of your boyfriends, I know you cheated on your ex-fiancee who was wrapped around your finger with Mr. R and I. I know you used me to have someone depend on you, and to destroy me and my niece. I’ll never forget what you did, nor will I ever forgive what you did, and I know the God you believe in will not forgive you either. You are unrepentant, you sent your rabid puppets after me after I refused to stay under your spell, and I can say for certain that when you die, you will not go to heaven. Not saying you’ll go to hell either sweetie, especially what-with your fetish for fictional baddies.. like Pericles from Scooby Doo, Gregory from Gregory Horror Show, David from The Last of Us… Not gonna lie, at least your taste in men matches your fleas.
By the way, I looked up Osteogenesis imperfecta the other day, since you tried using the “how long you have left” excuse against me. You have a normal lifespan, you utter cretin.
Stop faking multiple personalities, stop fucking with people, and get help while you still can, and while I’m still merciful enough to not file lawsuits against you.