I admit to being female, emotional, feeling. At the same time, I would rather have feelings and empathy, than being the kind of emotionally hardened person who can shrug off hurt and betrayal as easily as a duck sheds water. I believe that if you are not easily hurt you are more likely to hurt other people- if you do not feel, then you probably don't believe other people to feel either.
I got an anonymous email the other day, through a redirecting server, from a coward : "Even though we're getting a bit jaded by now, your fans still perversely enjoy the undying hatred and desire for revenge (call it truth if you like), don't stop girl, keep it up, never forgive, never let go.
In the end you'll become a famous web-celebrity and a classic jihadist for all women scorned." What amuses me (apart from the failed comic side, the idiocy) is the cowardice of anonymity, plus the obvious attempt at riling me (which only worked as a mention in the blog).
On a more serious note, aimed at people with empathy, or at the very least, decency and honor: letting it go is a process, a difficult one; due to the amount of time and energy that was involved- daily lies for 18 months, $ 50 000 US (not counting presents, trips/holidays, telephone calls), the continued mail arriving for Peo at my adress, my student loan (subjects studied only because it was needed for our future, not useful apart from that), the Swedish system not dealing with Mexico properly.
This blog is about my dealing with a horrendous experience, it is part of my letting go, moving on. Throw mud at me, try to discredit me... nothing will change that Peo Lekare is a liar, thief, criminal. He will recieve his just desserts, no one can avoid their karma for ever.