Of/at Peos audacity, nerve, ego. They are still paying off.

Peo has partaken in an article for a Swedish computer magazine. Subject: being harassed on the net, which there is truth in; if you choose to define my spreading of the truth as harassment. No, what amazes me is the fact that he has managed to dupe/con the journalist as well. The facts that the journalist bases the article's "point" on are all hearsay! The journalist has based a story on the word of Peo, where most of the facts are easily disprovable: he has written a story without any factual/ background checking (which I would suppose to be a breach of etiquette/ against correct journalistic practice?!). I can only surmise that Peo has used his background and contacts, not to mention his gift for lying, to achieve the publication of this article.

Conclusion: Peo is trying to restore his credibility. I suppose the logic is that if he can actual show an article which backs his version(s) refuting my allegations, people will believe him. Because of course, everything you read in the paper is true!!!! (Hahaha!). I have to admit it that it's a great move, how many people will think that a proper journalist would actually write a story without any evidence (solely based on hearsay)...

Silver lining: I have achieved what I set out to do, i.e. make it more difficult for him to lie and mislead people. As he has actually gone to an extreme such as this, his credibility must be shot- good, great, fantastic for me and the world in general (or at least his potential future victims).



* If he was using the audacity, nerve, ego to do some good; e.g. in the manner of Robin Hood, or just in a manner that didn't actually hurt individuals- let's say like the Great Train Robbery .



 

...of the minor things in life, not even the finer;).

More to the point: not being ashamed of physical aspect of the person you're with in public, nor my son  having to explain to his classmates that the man picking him up is not his grandfather.... During my time with Peo, I was (though proclaiming to his face his gorgeousness) slightly embarrased to be seen with him, only feeling comfortable in company where he had the chance to charm people with his wit and intelligence.

I loved him for (what I thought to be) his personality, his accomplishments and multitude of interests. In retrospect, with the knowledge that (maybe) 90% of all he ever told me was lies, it is easy to laugh at my own foolishness. I admired him for scuba diving (though when at the underwater hotel in Florida he wasn't allowed to dive down), having a pilots license (recreational aircraft), emotionally supporting his friends (notably Helen whom he supposedly stayed with in hospital during the time her prematurely born baby fought for his life), financially aiding his (according to him) loser sister dealing with the notoriously deranged exhusband and coping with new boyfriend dying in cancer, not to mention his keeping the peace between his siblings and his haradan schizophrenic mother suffering from KOL (not sure what it is in English, but some kind of lung disease), not to mention his supporting his wife against the dysfunctional inlaws with the brother-in-law sponging off the parents and possibly being a pedophile.

What can I say? I have never laughed as much, as during the good times with Peo; but I am laughing equally much now, after healing and gaining perspective, because of what (not who) he actually is.

So, I'm grateful. Believe it or not. I have learnt to appreciate things that matter (shallowly enough, also the importance of looks) like capability, goodness, honesty. I also appreciate what it has taught me about myself: that even though I may be gullible, my heart is in the right place: I need not resort to lies, because the truth conquers in the end; I still believe in the goodness of people (though I require a bit more proof nowadays;).

Financially and timewise, I may have lost a lot. But... as to who I am and what is important, I am the winner.