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...

  I have decided that this week, we are going to be focusing on words and definitions. Asshole has lots of big words that he likes to throw around, however he clearly has no clue what they actually mean. So, without further ado, let's begin Word of the Day Week here at Ladybug Speaks Truth. Obviously we need to kick off the week strong with Asshole's favourite word, Narcissist. Oxford Languages has this to say about narcissist: nar·cis·sist noun a person who has an excessive interest in or  admiration  of themselves. "narcissists who think the world revolves around them" Wikipedia has this to say about Narcissism: Narcissism  is a self-centered personality style characterized as having an excessive preoccupation with oneself and one's own needs, often at the expense of others. [1] [2] Narcissism exists on a continuum that ranges from normal to abnormal personality expression. [3]  While there exists  normal, healthy levels of narcissism  in humans, the...

  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 ...

  Asshole spent a considerable amount of time trying to Hoover me back in after the final discard. Things ended July 3, 2019. As of Summer 2021 he was still posting about me on his blog as the DLLOML. Of course, Summer 2021 he would be dating someone else too, so how serious was he about what he was writing about me. The lengths that Asshole went to Hoover me back in are well documented in this blog. Heck, the first what, hundred posts, are taken from the letters that he sent me trying to prove that he was a changed man. Asshole doesn't actually want to be in a relationship with anyone. He just wants someone (preferably with children) to manipulate and control. I don't even think that Asshole is really capable of love. He is just capable of saying the same script over and over again. It's a movie that he has written and just keeps recasting the leading lady.  Right now, Asshole is in the Hoovering stage with someone else. His Facebook posts are full of promises that will ne...

Ah, the discard phase. How many times did Asshole discard me, and then convince me to take him back? I can remember there being phone conversations where he would be so mad, and I would ask if he was breaking up with me, and he always said no, that is done in person, even if we have to meet at a McDonald's. For some reason he liked the idea of publicly breaking up with me at one. I don't know what happened to him in a past life at McDonald's but he sure hated the place. Ironically, Asshole usually discarded me over text message. Rarely in a phone conversation. He did it once over the Match.com email. Again when I tried setting up an appointment at his bank for the mortgage we were going to get. Another time over something with my kids. Each time I went camping during the time I knew him. I could go on and on. I remember once, being so completely stunned. It was surreal, it must have been the first time it happened. I didn't know if I was coming or going. I texted a frie...