The shear deflections you create is amazing. Maybe you forget that Joel had to get a restraining order against YOU; not the other way around, Dana. You pursued him like a rabid dog. You made endless videos demanding he "show up". Do you think we haven't seen that? How do you explain that? You act like every swinging dick wants you. Clearly, that is not the case.On top of the shitshow that my life became (thanks everyone!) I discovered that I'm a subject of scientific interest because, apparently I have certain skills and certain genetics that make me a natural target of my government and might explain a lot of weird unexplainable shit. And also, men are perverts, but I already knew that.
Once I lost the weight and could wear a two piece again, I drew a lot of male attention, and not all of it made me feel good. I've been subjected to endless sexual harassment because I am single and men think it's perfectly acceptable to be disgusting and inappropriate with me even without provocation. Apparently looking good in a bikini in your 40s makes you a prime target of perverts and sickos with no manners.
I was married since I was 19 until I was 45. I literally did not know how to handle all the lewd glances and rude behavior, both online and in person. Joel and his friend Romero took total advantage of me and they know it. I was in shock, under the influence of heavy medication, and in fear of my life. JOEL KNEW THIS. HE FUCKING KNEW.
He made it worse while appearing to try to help, but honestly, I felt like he was making it worse because he was acting so weird about me and the sexual tension was making it impossible to stay there. I couldn't get on top of what was happening because my entire life imploded OVERNIGHT and I was grappling with that. Joel's inappropriate and strange behavior was a terrible hindrance, and I ended up leaving his house over it. I lost a good friend over it. Several good friends.
I should have never went back to Texas, and I wouldn't have if Joel had been able to keep his feelings about me to himself, but he clearly wanted me to know. He hugged me in his kitchen and got in bed with me and then called me for a really dirty drunken phone call which we both regret more than we regret just about anything else we ever did. I only regret it a little less than I regret marrying Skip. I regret that most of all. I wish I could take it back. I'm sick over it now. 20 wasted years. I fucking hate him for it. I have no mercy or pity.
Joel knows more than he's saying, and I want him to spill. I want a fucking apology. I want my goddamn life back. I want ALL my kids to speak to me. This is bullshit, people. I'm not giving in. I want recompense and acknowledgement from the right people. No more fucking trolls. I"m not reading their fucking posts. It's like they don't exist anymore.
She almost definitely does.But do you eat ass, Dana?