A Cautionary Narrative written to protect the guilty. theory ebbed with conspiratorial characters, shady deals, and death lurks. Havoc wreaks chill down spine, unnerved adrelaline to sheer Oblivion without notice. What happens when obsession turns fatal?
Client from eons ago sent a text from work. Old habits die hard. he commented on my articles, noting my marital topics are realistically dark. 90% of my clients married.
I often hear horror stories about how people married due to insecurities, and how love never was a factor on either end. Sabotage, betrayal, Making 2 or 3 people bitter at minimum. Man, woman, and sideho. I am posting narrat stories from my perspective on what went wrong.
Time wasted, debt, corruption, list is endless. People frustrated not men or women, parents traumatize children from senseless acts of violence. We promote standards of abuse, and call behavior normal. Stories like this keep me from saying, “I do.” Marriage is abuse through duty.
We recycle same bullshit battle of sexes. Couples vowed to one another? I didn't hear one person taking meaningless vow.
Apologize for fillibuster.
My client gave Me access to everything except front door. He had gotten married photos of kids, wife, info galore.
I never wanted to hurt, harm, or destroy k. Playtime is playtime, and playtime should never be outside specific bounds such as reaching into personal life. That's a no-no extreme reality people die over shit like that.
I went overseas, trashed any info, I left playtime was over. I expressed to My client I hope he can find Dommes who have his mental, emotional, and sexual fetishes brought to life in healthy meaningful ways.
I have never stressed ownership of another. he thanked Me for never strapping him to barrel and royally fucking him over during a time period when it was easy to bully clients cybernetically.