Quinn was left behind to wallow in the mess of her own making. No friends, her kids hated her because of the way she treated them, she was abusing prescription drugs, alcohol and smoked insane amounts of weed. But still, in her mind the shit hole of her life was always someone else’s fault and she was the victim. She can’t and probably never will see her role in it all. Even after I left KRONOS, Quinn continued her campaign against me. At first, I could ignore it. I had a new job; I was busy and happy and feeling positive about my life. After six months it started to get to me. It was starting to get pathetic. I had been gone 6 months, no contact, but she just wouldn’t let it go. I decided enough was enough and I was going to fight back. I started passing on some gossip about her to see if it got back to her. Nothing major, just passing on general stupid gossip I had heard from others. The worst thing KRONOS did was to pay me off and make me leave. Once I was gone, they had no responsibility, but they also had no control. Something they clearly overlooked. When they couldn’t control me, they started issuing veiled threats to my friends still at KRONOS about ‘Being careful who you are friends with’ and telling my friends ‘Remaining friends with someone like that doesn’t reflect well on you’. People said I needed to ‘Get over it, just move on’. They said I had fixated on KRONOS and I had to let it go. I had a new job, I was gone, it was Quinn and KRONOS who wouldn’t let it go, and continued to try to ruin my life. I had made friends at KRONOS, there were always going to be ties to KRONOS for me, but Quinn and David Brent were not going to stop until they had buried me twice over. It hurt that some people I considered friends started to call me bitter and obsessed when all I wanted was to move on. It hurt when they didn’t support me when things got worse. I was informed by Buddy that Abigail had broken her wrist in a skiing accident. The stupid bitch had fallen down attempting to keep up with the ‘I’m form an influential family so I ski crowd’ and had broken her wrist. I definitely smiled when I heard the news and my faith in Karma was restored. The bitch who had made my life hell was receiving karmic retribution.
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I never thought it would happen to me. I always try to be careful, too careful, and skeptical in every situation. I see the downfalls, pits and valleys, roadblocks, lapse in common sense and logic, or whatever else there is to see to make me doubtful of a successful outcome in every situation. It’s the way I have always been. Low-risks for me. Slow and steady. Don’t take a too great of a risk, won’t get hurt too bad if it fails. Always be protective of myself. A recent situation, however, has changed my outlook on taking risks, even small ones. I was recently a victim of fraud. A scam is more like it. Whatever terminology one wants to use, I was the victim of it. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I took a risk that I ended up on the losing side. I feel ashamed and embarrassed. Mostly, I feel anger. A lot of anger at myself for sure. A lot of anger, though, at those that scammed me and my financial institution’s response towards me in this situation.
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I have known this man decently for at least three years. We went to the same high school and served in the Manual Academy JROTC program. As I've grown to know him, he's been more and more himself. In the past... well, for a while he was in the police academy. Despite being one of the star football players, he was really down to earth in high school. He dealt with all kinds of drama from people having a concussion every other week to struggling with Trigonometry. By his senior year, he was in the top three, "god powers," as we cadets called them, of the JROTC Battalion. He was the Cadet Sergeant Major, CSM for short. He led the weekly Physical Training, amongst other things. After he graduated, he suffered a terrible loss, that no one really knew how to help with. Somewhere in the midst of the homework and football games, he decided that he wanted to be a Police Officer.
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