3rd anniversary
Happy anniversary of the day you moved to Montreal—the 13th anniversary of your departure to Arizona for a few days was two months ago!
$2.6MM coming your way in 36 hours. Fair pay for all your support, kindness and partnership—and your other generous contributions.
Have you told everyone about the terms you fought for like a dog with a bone? I'd like to share our settlement agreement with the people I used to know in NY because I won't ever see any of them again and I gave up trying to defend myself against your endless campaigning. We all know your story but I also have mine, and it deserves to be told as much as yours, as hard as that is for you to accept. Narcissists will kill to protect their narrative.
I mean Diti and Jack and Rachel and Bob and Anthony and Christina, for example. Hope and Bob. Do they know I've already sent you over a million, that you're getting 2.6 on Monday, and that I owe you 1.2-4mm more? Do they know the total is $4.5 million post tax? That's equal to $7 million or more in taxable income. The same amount I got when I sold IOMA. Do you know this? Do your stupid lawyers and your retarded financial advisors? Does Deb Hrbek? What a solo practitioner nightmare she turned out to be! No wonder Julian Assange got ill.
Does anyone in your current in-group have the class to say thanks? Our settlement is fair—I don't begrudge that at all, though someone with experience managing lawyers would realize that you wasted almost two years negotiating meaningless crap worth nothing (the real estate market crashed while you dicked around, costing you way more than avoiding defensible space bills). Your immaterial greed appears self-destructive to me, as did most of your decisions I suppose. In any case, every one of them hurt me.
You're not big at thanking people. Not in my experience. That was my job when I thought you were my partner. I covered for you a lot.
Sorry I'll miss you at closing. Those conflicts with Vermont trips! Remember when you totaled the Saab? That was a close call. If your plans change maybe we can meet up. I'd like to know if I'd recognize who you really are finally. The person I'm going to be sending 4K a month to for most of the rest of my life.
Do your friends know that you’re getting monthly post-tax income from me? Would you explain our settlement honestly to them? It would make me feel respected and noticed and heard. I would love that.
Happy third and thirteenth anniversary. If I don't hear from you maybe some of your friends will offer some kind words. There has to be an ounce of empathy somewhere in the group—this isn't your first trip to this false rodeo and while I'm not Jeff Bezos, as you gracefully blurted out on our last call together ever with our realtorsdq, "this is my last chance at money!"
Indeed it is! I was all you got in the end, when it comes to support and kindness and love—and money. Text me if I'm wrong!!! You can learn how. It’s the green app on your phone.
$2.6MM coming your way in 36 hours. Fair pay for all your support, kindness and partnership—and your other generous contributions.
Have you told everyone about the terms you fought for like a dog with a bone? I'd like to share our settlement agreement with the people I used to know in NY because I won't ever see any of them again and I gave up trying to defend myself against your endless campaigning. We all know your story but I also have mine, and it deserves to be told as much as yours, as hard as that is for you to accept. Narcissists will kill to protect their narrative.
I mean Diti and Jack and Rachel and Bob and Anthony and Christina, for example. Hope and Bob. Do they know I've already sent you over a million, that you're getting 2.6 on Monday, and that I owe you 1.2-4mm more? Do they know the total is $4.5 million post tax? That's equal to $7 million or more in taxable income. The same amount I got when I sold IOMA. Do you know this? Do your stupid lawyers and your retarded financial advisors? Does Deb Hrbek? What a solo practitioner nightmare she turned out to be! No wonder Julian Assange got ill.
Does anyone in your current in-group have the class to say thanks? Our settlement is fair—I don't begrudge that at all, though someone with experience managing lawyers would realize that you wasted almost two years negotiating meaningless crap worth nothing (the real estate market crashed while you dicked around, costing you way more than avoiding defensible space bills). Your immaterial greed appears self-destructive to me, as did most of your decisions I suppose. In any case, every one of them hurt me.
You're not big at thanking people. Not in my experience. That was my job when I thought you were my partner. I covered for you a lot.
Sorry I'll miss you at closing. Those conflicts with Vermont trips! Remember when you totaled the Saab? That was a close call. If your plans change maybe we can meet up. I'd like to know if I'd recognize who you really are finally. The person I'm going to be sending 4K a month to for most of the rest of my life.
Do your friends know that you’re getting monthly post-tax income from me? Would you explain our settlement honestly to them? It would make me feel respected and noticed and heard. I would love that.
Happy third and thirteenth anniversary. If I don't hear from you maybe some of your friends will offer some kind words. There has to be an ounce of empathy somewhere in the group—this isn't your first trip to this false rodeo and while I'm not Jeff Bezos, as you gracefully blurted out on our last call together ever with our realtorsdq, "this is my last chance at money!"
Indeed it is! I was all you got in the end, when it comes to support and kindness and love—and money. Text me if I'm wrong!!! You can learn how. It’s the green app on your phone.
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