Everyone has things they aren't proud of. Things they've said and done that have had negative impacts on themselves and others or both. There is no way you can get through life without that happening. To that end, if you intend to be a better person tomorrow than you are today, you attempt to make the best repairs you can, internalize and build upon what you did, and next time, make better choices.
I am no exception, and my closet-bound skeletons have tendrils that snake into other closets. It's shitty and sad, but I made decisions repeatedly that lead to those conclusions. The biggest of these skeletons came to pass in a fiery meltdown that hurt many and resulted in no positive outcome, other than the truth had been exposed, and a great weight had been lifted. With the knowledge of what I had done and the bridges for repair burned on both sides, I was left with no choice but to move forward.
In adopting a much greater understanding of what I need to do to be better, I've made sure the the truth is something that cannot be played with. I've since been honest and forthcoming about my past with those who have gotten close to me, I have opened the closet door to let others see my dirty work. It is painful and has affected the way people interact with me, but it doesn't deter my resolve to be transparent. Those who have seen these horrors and yet remain near me have shown that there may be hope still. Unfortunately, there are those who wish to fan the (previously settled) fallout dust right back into our faces.
Recently one of the people most deeply ivolved in the creation of the giant skeleton has been trying to exact prolonged revenge by sending threatening messages to my loved ones, by sending links to my Suicide Girls account to show what an asshole I am, and saying that they have more in their arsenal. They are using my sister's name to mask their own as well, and that is creepy on a whole different level. But the thing is, it's not effective.
I have already explained in detail my previous crimes, and while jarred slightly, they still appreciate me. They are progressive and hold sex-positive values close to their core. They are not disturbed by my actions, but we are certainly disturbed by yours.
If you are hurting, there are far more productive ways to heal. If you are unhappy with the way things turned out, that makes two of us. If you think you can hurt us, yout are misguided. I know what's in your arsenal, hell, I helped you build it. So with all of that, I ask you to stop. When this is all done, you will have not accomplished anything you set out to do. So please, asking kindly, stop. If you continue, WE, will have to take further actions. I'm sorry it came to this. If I knew then what I now know you are capable of, things would have gone much differently.
To anyone but the affected parties reading this, I hope you can maybe learn something from my vague descriptions, or at least reaffirm something you already know. At the very least, enjoy this picture embodying the best of a sad situation:
