"Like Lisa, who, oddly enough, was all fired up and was blogging spoon-fed 'info' from [Athena] (her actual name's Heidi, and she hates it), but she stopped. I'm thinking that Heidi's beating her down on a daily basis until she does what she's told to do or she's turned against. I'm assuming she realized that either the past is dead or maybe she had a little something to do with it too. I'm thinking that Heidi's beating her down on a daily basis until she does what she's told to do or she's turned against. But Heidi blurs that line for you, if she lets you think at all for yourself." - my ex husband, in email to an ex of his, 5/16/09
Fragile Industries quotes the above syntactically awkward passage in order to state the following:
I have never blogged in any way except from my heart, Devoted Readers. If I've been spoon-fed anything, it's my own delicious cooking. For anyone who knows me, the notion of me being beaten down until I do what I'm told to do is beyond laughable. And for anyone who knows my tastes in perversion also knows that the bottom is boss: she does exactly what she wants to do while making the top think he's in charge. This is part of the power exchange, and anyone who wants to play those games knowledgeably is well aware of that as well. Unfortunately, some folks are drawn to that game who have no idea of the real equation and hope to gain some faux power. I am not, and have never been, anyone's pawn.
Public notice: I'm a fucking pigheaded stubborn ex-wife who tells the truth as she knows it, uncolored by anyone else's revisions or whitewash.
The only reason I stopped writing "Full Disclosure" here is that I want, very much want, to get on with my life which is rich and full and wonderful. There is no residual thrill in trashing exes. But if the ex is now spreading actionable threats to other women in his life, I will correct the record.
Did I have "a little something to do with it too"? Undoubtedly, and I have expressed my regret for this in manifold ways here on the fragile industries channel, and privately to my ex. Did he ever acknowledge that he had "a little something to do with it too"? Never. Ever. Not a single expression of regret.
I will not be taunted into doing what I don't want to do.
Let it be known that my ex is a liar, a bully, and a weakling. I will defend with every weapon in my arsenal, legal advice, physical presence, financial assistance or otherwise, any woman he injures. That's just the decent sisterly thing to do.
Let it be known that I do this of my own free will, of what sound mind I possess, and with the blessing of the Giant Rat of Sumatra, may she enfold us all in her holy whiskers.
PS: Have I mentioned lately, dear readers, that I have shed 5 years of near-celibate isolation to fall in love? See how life goes on?
Here's a picture from my trip to the Loire Valley, France. New, lovely blossoms.