Ladybug Speaks the Truth

 Asshole keeps posting about the smear campaign against him. He is really hung up on saying that there are six individuals with the initials RJJANE that are out to get him. He won't name names of course, because he knows that he is wrong, and in naming those six individuals, he will actually be violating various probation and release conditions set out by the courts. It got me thinking though, what exactly is a smear campaign? Oxford Languages Dictionary, which is the dictionary that Google relies on, states that it is a  "a plan to  discredit  a public figure by making false or  dubious   accusations ." Well, Asshole definitely is not a public figure, although he sure thinks that he is. In this blog, the letters from Asshole that I have posted, are letters that he wrote to me, so his own words, these are his claims and accusations. This must mean that he knows that his own words are full of lies? Is that what the smear campaign is? Me spreading his own bul...

  There are so many lies woven into Asshole's story that to this day, I still don't know what is fact or fiction. At first, they went almost unnoticed. A shimmer of doubt here or there that I wasn't able to confirm or deny. I am one of those people that believes that the past belongs in the past, so I didn't care much about what happened before. Just that going forward that things were honest and open. Asshole liked telling me about his job, and how important he was at work, and how much money he made, all trying to impress me. He had no understanding that money doesn't impress me. I grew up without money, and I have seen people lose everything in the blink of an eye, so there are more important things in my life. Early on in our relationship, sometime in April, as it was still tax season (and I do income taxes for a living) Asshole had been complaining about being on the phone that day with CRA. I was curious what he could be having issues with. As someone who deal...

 I was searching for an email awhile ago, and in doing so, it dug up a bunch of emails that were sent to the officers who were investigating Asshole for the first round of charges that he plead guilty to.  They are a great insight into the kind of things that he used to post... Oh wait, he still does, he just changed who they are for. I bet if we looked, he even used this exact same meme recently for the current woman that he is mourning. It's also interesting to see the different selfies that he had posted of himself. I used to have a book called The Many Faces of Ernie... We could call this The Many Faces of Asshole. It also makes me laugh seeing how many "friends" he has on Facebook. He keeps that information private now. I wonder if it's because he has lost his friends as they see his constant complaining on there. I will be sharing more from the archives of what I sent the police back in 2019. There are lots from his blog that he has since deleted so that it can...

  While I was still sucked up in the love bubble of a fast-talking master manipulator, I agreed to marry him. Clearly, I completely lost my mind by that point and the entire world was sending a search party for my common sense. There was no ring, no token of affection, just promises of a future, that I was beginning to doubt could possibly exist.  During that short time of apparent happiness, we went shopping as a jumping off point for wedding planning. As far as wedding planning went, his priorities were completely bonkers. First, we needed to send out save the date cards (without having any venue booked, or me being divorced.) Then secondly, we needed to figure out what the groom was going to wear. You read that correctly dear reader, the groom needed to have his outfit long before there was a venue, confirmed date, anything else. Priority number two. So off to Stratford we go to visit the shops for the millionth time. It seemed that the groom to be could do nothing other ...

Things began slowly with Asshole. We talked for a couple of weeks before meeting. He often seemed disinterested, and I really didn't think we would ever actually meet. Once we did though, we hit it off right away, despite the obvious red flag about his teeth. (I have written about that  here.  ) Once we met in person, things progressed very quickly. I have written about how he manipulated my boundaries already. He loved to send gifts/flowers. I remember one particular Thursday or Friday. He alluded to something being sent to my office. Late in the day a delivery of tulips arrived. It was over the top, an entire armful of tulips. Like four bunches or more. I had to spread them all over my house when I was putting them in vases. It was insane. It also seemed like the most romantic grand gesture I had ever received. He said that he sent tulips because I was Dutch. That night he kept asking how my office mates reacted to the flowers. All three of them were married, and he wanted t...