Nothing left unsaid (burn it all down)
I wrote this text in early October, shortly after I separated from my ex. The wounds were still very fresh - it was not the right time to publish it. Also, I was forbidden to publish anything about Mister, because he very much cared about his privacy. And I am a prolific author who would have made him famous. Intentionally, I do not want to change anything in this text. Some things no longer apply - Mister hasn't stressed my Mom in a very long time, aleluiah. But I refuse to change a single word. I asked ChatGPT to create a picture based on the text. I said I had no idea what it should look like. I think el Chatitto did an amazing job. *** Stressing the shit out of me will only get you this far. To the point where you force me to write down what I think. No, I won't be coerced into meeting and talking to you. After 9 years, it has to be done at some point. I want to do it at some point. But not now. I don't want to do it now. It's going to happen on my terms and when ...