I retorted, “What’s he going to do?”
“You can’t run forever!”
Linda sounded so disappointed in me.
“You’re so smart, but acting stupid. Men get
angry when they’re young. It won’t last
forever. Just wait it out, and enjoy life!”
I was speechless.
No wonder she ended up wearing a
colostomy bag for the rest of her life.
Some people deserve the suffering they have
to endure.
She thought she had me convinced.
“Go home, and I’ll talk to Mark. It won’t be so
bad.”
I rolled my eyes.
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Did she think I was a masochist?
I laughed, “You want to live like this? Fine. I’m
not a masochist like you.”
I could practically hear her anger.
“Mark is looking for you! He’s going to dig up
your parents‘ grave! Don’t say I didn’t warn
you!”
I knew that line.
He never would.
My brother was distant, but would never let
Mark desecrate our parents‘ graves.
He wouldn’t want to be the laughingstock of
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“He can try, but he’ll be a son of a bitch if he
does!”
I knew she was recording the call.
“He should go online and sell his sob story!
He might get famous and become a social
media influencer!”
Then I hung up.
I wanted her to tell Mark what I said.
You have to let someone become crazy,
before you can destroy them.
Mark loved to play the victim.
He could use his good–acting skills to destroy
himself
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I turned off my burner phone.
I went to the store and bought groceries.
I knew I would get doxed, and would need to
huddle in my apartment.
There were people online who wanted to help
Mark.
I was hoping that Linda was being helpful.
I didn’t think he would go crazy, but he went
crazy that night.
The story was trending.
Mark was sobbing, and hugging Sarah.
They said I was an alcoholic, and abusive.
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They said that I had abandoned them.
They even posted my picture, and my
identification.
They wanted to make sure the world hated
- me.
An alcoholic woman?
Never heard of that before.
Mark must have put in all of his acting skills.
Some people online believed it.
Mark was getting a lot of sympathy.
People were recommending he divorce me.
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Mark even said he loved me.
He started sobbing more.
“I know I don’t make a lot of money, but if
you come home, I’ll work more to pay you!”
“If you hate to cook, I can do that!”
“I’ll help Sarah with her homework, just stay
with me!”
Sarah started crying.
“Mom, I won’t buy any snacks if you come
back, and I’ll help with chores!”
“I won’t ever fight back!”
Ha!
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In the past 10 years, he never did any chores.
I had to beg him to pay for groceries, or
Sarah’s needs.
I had always doted on Sarah.
She was a brat, but I had never hit her.
I was an idiot to think she could escape.
I was shaking with anger.
I wanted to reach into the camera and
strangle them.
But I had to wait a few days.
His social media had ballooned to 100,000
followers.
Companies had started to contact him, and
asked him to do live shopping.
Live shopping could make you rich.
But you had to be steady.
Mark wasn’t patient.
He tried selling products, while saying he was
a victim.
Some people hated it, but some people loved
- it.
He was finally living a life that he had dreamt
- of.
He was going to wake up soon.
I hadn’t left my apartment.
If I had, someone would have taken a picture,
and sent it to Mark.
I needed to do something.
I took my old phone and texted Mark.
“Mark, you’re lying to everyone. You’re hurting
- me. You have no heart!”
He was always on his phone, so he replied
quickly.
He knew that he had to be careful.
“I was wrong. Please come home. I’ll do
anything!”
