What Would Auntie Mame Do? LIVE LIVE LIVE!
I had to fire a client. He’s a perp, a sexual predator, and I had to get rid of him. I don’t know if he’s gone yet. I will know by Monday or Tuesday. If he’s not 100% gone by then I will involve the police. I feel disgusted and violated and I just want him to go away.
This happened over the course of a few weeks and I just finally got up the guts to tell someone. The shame was intense and debilitating but fairly short-lived once I got it out in the open. I was manipulated, power-played, and molested. And it’s not my fault.
I’m really thankful for my friend, the one who saw there was something wrong and drew this out of me. She didn’t scorn me, or make fun of me, or blame me. She was wonderful.
I’m not going to live in fear, or shame. If I see him Monday or Tuesday I’m not going to be polite. I’m going to be loud and sharp: GET OUT… I’M CALLING 911!