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I’m not able to re-blog this as the wife to whom authored this post, blocked me. I’m speculating that she felt threatened by me, that he, a reformed catfish, was leaving genuine and heartfelt comments on my blog. As a woman who was cheated on, I can see how that would be triggering. Nonetheless, he was never inappropriate with his comments.
As a teenager I was chubby, shy and extremely quiet. Girls were a foreign species to me and my exploits on the sporting field left a lot to be desired. As a result, I was singled out for my fair share of bullying by both fellow students and, I’m sad to say, teachers whose supposed job was to protect me. Those years left their mark on me. I carry them still.
I retreated into a make believe world where the bullies could not reach me. I hid in books and wreaked revenge on my tormentors in the world of role playing where I could be anyone I wanted. What chance had my psychotic physics teacher against a 12th level berserker armed with the Warhammer of Doom? It was what I needed at that time of my life in order to survive.
And that’s how it continued. Oh, I dropped the…
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