Tag: Greg

  • We’ve decided to ghost them.

    I think I gave you a slim outline of where we left things — it was clear he and his husband severed me from my Baltimore community (which I spent labor integrating them into from afar) in order to have an ongoing sexual triad w my ex-best friend there.

    I kinda blew things up, and I demanded they tell me the full story. In that process, I was fed one lie after another, which Greg kept maliciously gaslighting me about. He once told me casually that he had an intense obsession w sadism, and it was definitely clear in reviewing how things went in hindsight.

    Eventually I built a wall, and told them not to communicate with us until we spoke to them.

    KP and Jeff, the husband, were best friends too, and there’s been a lot of uncertainty about the future of their relationship. We’ve been lobbying emails across the divide, about one a week, for a while. I was the last one to response w my take on things — apologizing for the areas

    I could’ve been better, saying some needed boundaries.

    I mentioned in my email my then-upcoming trip to see my biological family and meet my niece – my first time seeing them since our rupture around my wedding. It was a pretty fraught trip, a reckoning of some really deep hurt feelings about my place in the family (ultimately super healing and positive, though!)

    But during the trip, Kevin sees an instagram photo one of his college best friend posts. She was taking a selfie from inside Greg and Jeff’s apartment.

    It was a surprise to see, because they are only the barest of acquaintances. And when KP reached to her, she, too, said she was surprised because they were also acquaintances who hadn’t seen or spoken to each other in months. Greg had reached out to her out of the blue.

    The timeline of communication speaks to him inviting her over shortly after receiving my email about my upcoming difficult trip.

    He was maliciously violating a boundary w the intent of having us see this photo during my visit to the Kuhns.

    The pointedness of that act and the clear violation of a boundary w the intent to destabilize me just validated my gut feeling that a lot of my tumult over the last year was induced — by him.

    It’s so bald faced an attempt to kick me when he thought I’d be down, that it makes me wonder if he would escalate things again.

    He’s a civil servant at the Smithsonian, so if the government shuts down again … he’s going to have a lot of free time on his hands.

    I just wanted to let a bunch of people know what’s going on — I don’t know what escalation might look like, but I felt better having a community of people aware of the situation.

    Just in case there’s an emergency, I don’t have to waste time explaining!

    Oh, and KP and I have both blocked them on all social media.

    We’ve decided to ghost them.

    And just a couple more details:

    Greg has some severe mental illnesses that he refuses to get treated, having admitted he has had to be forcibly institutionalized several times throughout his youth.

    He’s also a quart-of-liquor a day alcoholic.

  • From the Unwritten Letters of Joseph Freeman

          (February, 1841)

    Melinda, I’ve been preparing to write.

    That peculiar girl named Molly, 

    who has a bit of liberty in the house,

    has said she’ll find some paper.

    I have practiced mixing charred wood with water

    and have managed to shave a twig

    so one end nearly resembles a nib,

    but tonight Lila got caught up

    under the good Doctor’s whip

    for such a little offense. I am frightened.

    Doctor Jackson brought in a new troop of slaves today.

    A boy of thirteen among them had the welted cheek

    that speaks of a driver’s dissatisfaction.

    Lila put a poultice on to ease the swelling,

    but Jackson wants the boy to understand his place

    and thinks a scar will help. Lila’s back

    and neck and arms have thirty new wounds

    to replace the one she thought to heal.

    Melinda, how is Jacob? Ever yours,

  • We got your letter.

    Hi guys-

    We got your letter, Kevin, and we both really appreciate your honesty. I think we are all more or less on the same page. We’d like to respond more fully, but it might take us a day or two.

    It’s good to hear that you had fun holidays, and that the new year is off to a good start with plans coming to fruition. We rang in 2019 with our friend Timmy, who has regained the use of his elbow and has some movement in his fingers- it was good to see him doing well.

    Huge congratulations on the job, Tim! I hope that the shutdown isn’t affecting your work too much 😬

    Monday will mark a full month since I was last at work. I’ve been doing a lot of reading, cooking huge amounts of food, and—in an unexpected turn of events—yoga. We invited all of our furloughed friends to a potluck supper and some board games this evening, which will be a good distraction (it’s also my spineaversary- two years since the accident!).

    Hope you are both having a good weekend.

    ❤️

  • It started with him intentionally crossing my boundaries.

    It started with him intentionally crossing my boundaries.

    You asked in one of our last sessions if my relationship with Greg started with him intentionally crossing my boundaries, and you challenged me to revisit journals from that time.

    Turns out you hit the nail on the head!
    Quote from the journal entry dated 08/27/17:

    “It was deliberate and unrelenting. I could do nothing but panickedly shake my head saying ‘no’ and ‘please don’t do this.’ But he kept pushing despite my protestations and a few reprimands from Jeff.

    I began to cry.”
    This was two weeks after he said “I love you” to me for the first time.
  • You should take it as a compliment That I’m talking to everyone here but you

    You should take it as a compliment That I’m talking to everyone here but you

    Gorgeous, by Taylor Swift

    You should take it as a compliment
    That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk
    You should think about the consequence
    Of your magnetic field being a little too strong
    And I got a boyfriend, he’s older than us
    He’s in the club doing, I don’t know what
    You’re so cool, it makes me hate you so much (I hate you so much)

    Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine
    You’ve ruined my life, by not being mine

    You’re so gorgeous
    I can’t say anything to your face
    ‘Cause look at your face
    And I’m so furious
    At you for making me feel this way
    But what can I say?
    You’re gorgeous

    You should take it as a compliment
    That I’m talking to everyone here but you (but you, but you)
    And you should think about the consequence
    Of you touching my hand in a darkened room (dark room, dark room)
    If you got a girlfriend, I’m jealous of her
    But if you’re single that’s honestly worse
    ‘Cause you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts
    (Honey, it hurts)

    Ocean blue eyes looking in mine
    I feel like I might sink and drown and die

    You’re so gorgeous
    I can’t say anything to your face
    ‘Cause look at your face
    And I’m so furious
    At you for making me feel this way
    But what can I say?
    You’re gorgeous

    You make me so happy it turns back to sad
    There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have
    You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad
    You make me so happy it turns back to sad
    There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have
    Guess I’ll just stumble on home to my cats
    Alone, unless you wanna come along, oh…

    You’re so gorgeous
    I can’t say anything to your face
    ‘Cause look at your face
    And I’m so furious
    At you for making me feel this way
    But what can I say?
    You’re gorgeous

    You make me so happy it turns back to sad
    There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have
    You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad
    You’re gorgeous
    You make me so happy it turns back to sad
    There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have
    You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad
    You’re gorgeous

  • Grief is a Gate

    Grief is a gate that opens for everyone
    And closes for no one
    But there is a question that remains:
    The nature of the army that enters.

    They all come as enemies,
    Some crashing and storming the gate
    Some stealing in with sly trickery
    Like a Trojan Horse
    And some lay siege,
    Patiently waiting for your resistance to wane.

    But never mind how they gain entry
    And never mind that they arrive as enemy.
    What matters is what happens next.

    If we fight to the death
    Then a world of war is with us until death releases us
    (If such is the case)

    But grief’s becoming, is its captive’s choosing.
    If welcomed, in time
    It becomes a benevolent occupation army
    Blending, and absorbing, and becoming one

    With a life that must surely go on.