Sunday, 1 May 2016

Plucked by a musical memory.

I believe in nothing anymore,  there is just the anger. In my head today I have ranted and yet I bet if I try and put it on paper about how it feels to trust someone, something - let it into one's heart and head, well I will try

I have been watching the powerful series Undercover - very powerful, also set in familiar territory physically speaking but there was a moment in it when she accuses her ex husband of raping her because the man she gave consent to is not the man he is.  Well I think a lot of us know how that feels, when it turns out that the person we thought was everything turns out to be not just a liar, sadly that often goees with the territory of love,  but a liar with a plan,  someone who worms into your being, gets to know you, your family, you hopes, your dreams who uses that information and uses, that knowledge. A liar who sits with you as you watch your father die and who gives his sympathy and holds you as you cry but then who lifts that man's memory and pockets it in his new dress suit, a new lady on his arm.   A hundred shares go around the world, come into my facebook and out again and immediately the share button sends pictures for prayers, pictures for hopes, pictures for the dying, the victims of the unjust but I cannot get a message out there at all.  There are people who know this man, people who know what he has truly done, but these people have been told, forget him forget the damage he has done, the money you have lost move on. But the only person who moves on is him, to his next victim and the next victim and the next victim.  And do you know how that makes me feel.  So angry,

So please please please women who know where he is, women who have been his victim, who have been plucked by the musical instrument,  please please report it.  Report it, report it and then the police may do something.

This is not something I did to myself, but something someone deliberately did to me and then when I try to speak out about it, someone who tries to silence me.  Well today I just feel too sad and angry to be silent.

Nothing that he did, but just a trigger that brings it back.