I messaged him but I would have felt like an awful human being if I didn’t.
Alice:
It’s hard not to.
Just don’t see him in person. It’s too dangerous.
Me:
Yeah, safety is a real concern, I know.
There were times last night the sliding door here at the hotel would rattle, and I would exhale when I realized it wasn’t him coming into the apartment in a volatile, unpredictable condition.
Alice:
Me:
It sucks, because you love the person and see the good. But there’s bad that puts you in danger. His shit behavior from yesterday has cost me $2k so far.
But ya know what? That’s better than losing my life or putting up with more shit.
He made me feel more loved than any guy ever has.
But it wasn’t based on anything real.
And it’s come at a cost where I’ve ended up feeling the exact opposite, and am physically at risk. Let alone mentally.
Sabre curls up next to me again, his soft purring grounding me in the moment.
I’m exhausted, emotionally drained, but one thing is crystal clear:This can’t go on.
CHAPTER 99
THE VOLCANO SPEAKS
MARGAUX
By the time I’m ready to hit ‘send,’ my hands are trembling. Every word feels loaded with history, anger, and truth.
This message isn’t just a response to Phil’s accusations—it’s my statement of self-defense against the mountain of lies and gaslighting that has been suffocating me, perpetrated just as much by Timmy’s enabling father, Phil, as by Timmy himself.
Before I send it, I reach out to Alice.
Me:
Hey, can you proofread something for me and give a send or don’t send opinion?
I want to send it to his dad, bc I’m so furious about being gaslit.
Alice:
Sure, I’ll look it over.
Me:
Thank you, here it is:
I paste the message into the chat.