just my mom.
He told me this.
I did not know what to say or do. I did not know if I was
supposed to believe him or this was some weird fairy-tale
horror story he thought would make me want to live. I was
totally in shock. I had no idea how to take it. Later he would
say that it was not true, he hadn’t done any such thing. But
it was too late to get it out of my mind.
After that, I started dating police oĊcers. I started
fucking police, trying to mgure out how can I mnd out if this
was real. And if it was, how can I get him prosecuted. How
can I get him sent to jail?
But all the police were like, “Well, there’s no way you can
prove it. Where’s the vehicle? It’s just him saying it. He
could have just been saying it to make you feel better when
you were depressed. ͳere’s no way you can prove it in a
court of law.”
Fuck it. I didn’t care. How much would it cost? I tried to
get lawyers involved. I was dating lawyers, dating
everybody, still trying to mnd out if this was real, if he
should be prosecuted. But everybody said the same thing:
“ͳere’s no way you can mnd out now. Too much time has
passed.”
It was pretty depressing. Had this man tried to kill us,
ruined my mom’s life, and for what? Or was he just so
perverse that he had put this horror show into my mind
thinking it would help?
You know what’s funny? I could have set him up, if I
really wanted to. Because he did it again. Years later, he
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