I consulted friends on this and we all agree: there’s a story I want to tell, and it’s the truth, but it has potential to drive an even bigger wedge between me and my estranged children. They are all adults, and responsible for how they react to things, but fear has me stagnant.
I’m going to relate the entire story of the closing of Monday Night Tease from my perspective, and in doing so i must include a certain story, because it’s powerful and relevant and can help other people over their own hurdles. And it hurts me, still. I’m going to tell it. I just don’t usually struggle this hard with the keyboard.
Why am I afraid? I was accused of cheating (among many other things), it was read into the record in court that I had ‘multiple affairs in multiple cities with multiple women’ and it was presented without evidence, because it isn’t true. I was cornered by a friend during a wake and repeatedly pressured: “You can tell me. You cheated, didn’t you? It’s okay, I won’t say anything. Seriously. Seriously. C’mon, tell me, I’m your friend. Are you telling the truth? Really? Really? C’mon …” relentlessly until I had to forcibly remove myself. He would not accept my “No, I never cheated.”
No one from my former church family reached out to me. Not to get my side, not to comfort me, not even to say “I believe you’re guilty, but I care about you anyway. How can I help?” Not. One. No, they all believed the lies and rumors and I lost them.
Part of me fears the loss could happen again, but …
Shit. I’m a writer.
Damn the Torpedoes. Full Speed Ahead.