For Those Who THOUGHT I was Lying....

Some of you may feel or have felt as though I have been lying when I have typed that Stacey reads this blog. Others of you know better. I have typed to you all consistently from day-1. That I do not talk about things that I cannot prove. And while I exist in this time of liars. Losers. Con-artists. Cynics and charlatans.

I acknowledge the fact that quality will always destroy fraudulence and mass-produced quantities of trash.

Here is the proof that Stacey reads this blog, yet again. And not it is yet another overly dramatic lie. That long-time readers are aware of has been posted by her before in the past. Then mysteriously she returns after licking her wounds and then seemingly admitting that she now sees where that line was and is. And supposedly won't cross that one, again.

Translation.
After a certain period of time hiding and sulking and crying and whatever else.
She reappears and essentially starts the slow march right back to saying some other insulting thing towards me where she remembers after the fact "Oh shit, I probably shouldn't have said that about him. Now I remember what happened, fuck! That's why he came at me that way, so this time!? I won't step on THAT LANDMINE, now that I fuckin remember it."

This is the reason why I've had enough. Because there is so much shit that I did for this disgraceful excuse for a woman. On so many levels. Where I kept pointing out to her that this is actually too much that I am doing and have done. And I told her to her face "You really need to go off on your own and figure YOURSELF OUT."

To which she vehemently protested and yelled and screamed and pleaded and cried and carried on. These are the things that women don't share with the world when shit finally goes south with a man they honestly loved and needed and the only thing they could do was constantly complicate his own life! Because they didn't want to accept the fact that if they honestly submit to him and do as he tells them.

Then their lives become streamlined and drama-free. Their Family's respect them because they're no longer doing petty and dumb shit every 3-seconds for attention. And instead if they need attention then they actually say "Can I have your attention please." and then they proceed to state a legitimate reason for why they've called for people's attention.

This stupidity of women telling women that you should defy a good man who has proven he puts you and yours first, is insidiously evil and intentional. And it is rooted in areas I just don't have the time to type about 1st-thing in the morning. What I have had enough of is women thinking that being bitchy and bratty and intentionally disruptive for fuck's sake of fuckery, is cute and appealing and attractive.

No bitch.
It is annoying.
Bothersome.
And ultimately the reason why you end up alone when it comes to having a man.
And in many cases for these types of women it is why they end up getting punched out by some men. And horribly abused by others.
For me?

Yesterday James stated that "Maybe she wanted you to be abusive to her. To be all slappin her around and all that shit." and when I looked at him he put his hands up and said "Hey I'm just reminding you that with everything she went through that might be the only thing that she honestly respects. Look at what she did even in the relationship. She knew then and knows now, you're smarter than her. Sharper. Why would she intentionally drag some dude into the relationship and cheat with him but not really commit to cheating with him. What woman asks her man can she go see another man on his dime and his time with his money. When ya'll only got x-amount of weeks to even see each other anyway. Sounds to me like she was testing you and at the same time, wanted to see you get all riled up and rattled and everything. I'm sure you yelled at her, rightfully so for saying that, but? Look at the pattern."

Then he stopped while we were standing at the shuttlebus and said "Ohhhhh, shit." and he looked at me and said "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! You already know this shit, IS THAT THE REAL REASON WHY YOU AIN'T MOVING. You know this woman is entirely TOO DAMAGED! Is that what's REALLY GOING ON WITH YOU, IS IT!? IT IS ISN'T IT! You KNOW you can't be involved with this woman because YOU AIN'T HER TYPE OF MAN!"
Meanwhile?

Here is the proof that Stacey reads this blog;

Monday, 5 December 2016

My Final Blog Post

Today, 5th of December 2016, I will mark as a painful reminder that somewhere inside all of us, there is a fragility that can't handle being pierced over and over and over again and that if we can help it? We should all try to remain mindful of the effects that that can have on each other.

This is my final blog post.

Sent via my BlackBerry from Vodacom - let your email find you!

Note. She just happens to put this up yesterday? Then? Look at the wording, her choice of words. And note the sudden "I'm the victim"-ploy. This here? Is what will make a lesser man violent towards a woman. And this is why I am done with you Stacey. Because all you can do is lie and scheme, poorly I might add. Honesty is a useless word with no value, which means truth, by default, also doesn't exist to and for you, either.

Long-time readers will know that this is not the first time that Stacey has claimed she's making a Final Blog Post. And every time it has been because of her trying to rewrite Our history of interaction and notice I did not type that she is attempting to rewrite Our Relationship. I will type it again, long before we were lovers, we were friends. Much of what she is still lying about and claiming to have reached enlightenment on present-day.

Were things that I told her when we were friends, and she ignored it and lied and pretended to be addressing it. But really it was the first time in her life that someone honestly told her what I'd said to her about either commit to Your Marriage. Or Get OUT OF IT! And then after telling her this, I then did something that I know for a fact was a first for her.

I used myself as an example.
No lies.
No exaggerations and no exceptions.
I let her see that while I had been reduced to homelessness by My Ex-Wife.
I'd been branded a wife-beater.
I'd lost My Son.
And My Family had turned its back on me.
But...?

I knew what needed to be done.
What had to be done.
If I truly wanted to clean up the mess I'd made with My Life.
I miss My Son everyday.
And I had to stand there and let My Name be dragged through the mud.
But that was the price to pay for having made such a terrible choice in continuing to keep playing around and trying to build something with My Ex-Wife. While also continuing to keep My Mother close. By ignoring reality. I suffered for it, as I should. AND AS I AM SUPPOSED TO.

You are not supposed to be rewarded for disregarding the reality of your situation and circumstances. You are supposed to fail. Supposed to fall. Supposed to be destroyed!
When you willfully fail to accept the reality of your situation and circumstances.
It is in YOUR HANDS, THAT YOUR LIFE LAY.
If you're too busy and bullheaded to give a fuck about your own self, then why should anybody else.

I made THE RIGHT DECISION to SOLVE MY PROBLEMS. And I understood that all I would have left IS THE PERSONAL KNOWLEDGE OF WHO I AM. And I'd have to prove that from here on out. Having been labeled otherwise by My Ex-Wife.
So be it.

I know who I am.
So I cannot and will not be moved by fear.
I will not willingly go along with what I know is wrong.
There is no shades of gray.
There is no debate.
My mind is made.
The die is cast.
Now?

Shall we begin....