Would you write this book?

It's a pain

I started with a journal back in high school. It got stolen and ended up in the hands of a conspiracy writer, of all people. I didn't even think there was anything profound in that one.

Fast forward and I've written over a dozen versions, never gotten past page 110 or so before I realize it's too much to put together seamlessly. Never mind the emotional toll.

The public likes the shiny (to realize that, you only have to look to them only seeing pedophilia when a millionaire with an island is doing it).

My story is just bloody.

But hers? It reads like what they like - drugs, murder, power, extortion, sabotage, female center, drama, adventure. Mind you, I'd have to swallow my sarcasm to write it from that perspective, but I think they'll like it.

I also think her story deserves to die in tabloids. Mostly because I can't stand the woman.

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... and look into self-publishing ...
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... then YOU control what is printed and you can share it with those you want ...
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... yes you be paying for the printing BUT maybe those getting the book will give you a little something for it ...
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Noted.

Even if you did, it wouldn't be as concise as this one:

[link to www.amazon.com (secure)]

I'm really thinking a tabloid article is the perfect size.

And then, and only then, if there is interest - I'll do a book. Probably not self published.

The lazy way is - on occasion - the right way.

Alright. I've written one sentence and I've got writer's block

Anyone extremely bored and want to be my muse?

It's just an article-length highlights reel. Shouldn't be too hard.

You said *she stole the best years of my life*.

Don't let her do that to you. Try to make these the best years, right now.

I've been doing that.

But losing 20 years of earnings isn't just something you can "make up."

I'm buying a starter house in my 40s, not 20s.

I'm saving for retirement in my 40s and 50s.
Not 20s, 30s, 40s, and 50s.

An actual marriage that isn't to get the bitch chain migration citizenship (ask how I ended up overseas)? Genuinely not interested in starting a family in my 40s. That's why most people do it in their 20s.

Losing decades means losing decades. I'm a goddamn hard fucking worker and good at what I do, but I can't work 120 hour weeks forever to double up for lost decades.

And I'm still worn down from working my ass off in those missing years. I didn't have a vacation until five years ago. I didn't have more than a day off for decades.

It's not like I got to sit around eating bonbons.

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No you can't.

But maybe try to look at it in a different way. I think of all the ways most people could have double what they have now. If they'd bought that property/house or sold that house at the right time, if they hadn't lost half their wealth when it all crashed in 2008, if they didn't have to battle an illness, so many reasons.

I'm not preaching - I am sorry for all you've been through. Just trying to say . . . the best thing might be to let it all go.

How did you end up overseas?

When I was 12, she started discussing me going to a certain country. I just thought she was being weird. She even discussed it with an eye doctor because of the driving requirements in that country. I was barely going to pass the US ones. They decided that I just wouldn't drive while I was there (and I didn't).

This is a woman who paid hookers to marry one of her sons. Multiple hookers because those marriages don't last. She's a control freak of epic proportions. If she thinks she owns you - she owns you. She was using the hookers to manipulate or keep tabs on him, and to keep him out of a real relationship with a woman who might have actually protected him from the witch.

I'd been painted into the same type of corner before (no hookers, thank god). So, when I met a guy (this is before my GLP days, back when I stayed completely silent on all topics other than the weather, so he wasn't taking cues from me) and he told me that he had been through an extensive interview with a woman before being given my contact information, I didn't question it.

I liked him enough and I didn't really think there was a real opportunity to choose from "outside the pool" (I had in the past, and witchy came out of the woodwork to remove them or I sent them away personally to keep them out of her reach).

He ended up being from that country. It turned out, that was the only country where there was an embassy for her target country (a third one) with lax enough paperwork requirements for her to piggyback on my application. Their embassy in the US was too strict. I was painted into a corner - I had to apply in order to stay with him. A US passport wasn't beneficial enough where I was with my circumstances.

And she smoothed out all of the paperwork along the way, including getting a favor from the US State Department. My application wouldn't have flown otherwise. I simply didn't qualify without a few winks, nudges, and falsified documents. Thanks to her help, I originally ended up being granted the same human rights visa as refugees, even though refugees do not come from the US and US citizens do not, in any circumstance (other than one bizarre case involving a polygamous pagan marriage with kids), qualify as such.

This was the type of person who would never do a thing for you unless it benefited her (for example, my teeth were rotting out of my head as a kid because bringing me to the dentist didn't benefit her, but she sent me to a $25,000 a year school when it benefited her to hide me in the next county when I was little).

So, there ya go. That's how I ended up overseas.

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How did you end up with her in the first place? I'm sorry if you already wrote that . . . .

What country did she send you to, the first one?

if you got spook info then fuck it, write your memoirs right here!! unless you want some of those green existence tokens provided by all our central soul drainers??

I was a war orphan in Argentina when she was down there recruiting from the political prisoners for her job.

No comment on the country I was sent to. It's irrelevant and I'm no longer there.

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They're all over this site. Little sprinkles here and there. Short posts I can do. Books though...gehhhhhhh.

^^^ This post is still relevant.

Alright, I'm one paragraph in. One...whole...paragraph.

Anyone want to look at it for me and tell me if you'd read it while having your hair done in a salon?

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See...ya'll won't even read a paragraph but you're like "write a book." Pfftttt. This is why I'm doing an article, nothing more.

You can always just clue me in, but it’s more fun to let things be surprises I suppose.

It’s strange how much of that I have in common with you, but I just wanted to say that you are alive, and safe! And doing whatever you want. That means you are a winner.

Maybe you could make a book of articles!

Ha. Maybe. I'm writing a highlights reel for her right now.

Yeah. It'd just be nice to do it on solid ground.

It's hard, writing a book.

I wrote one that no one wants to read.


Shake my hand. :)

Right.

That's why I'm doing the article to see if there's any genuine interest first.

Why torture oneself so a dozen people can read it over the next twenty years?