My doctor has me on the same schedule and shayenne while pretending to be this person with the "nursing degree" went off and asked me to provide proof. I do it for myself.I don't do it for other people. I do it for my intimate partner and my own sexual health. Never in the length of time that I have been doing this has anyone asked me for proof... They have tried to provide proof to me to try and get me to offer unsafe services but never once have I been asked for proof.
And then later on (this is how I know with certainty it was her messaging me)
The person who disclosed all the rumors she was saying about me to her clients, also told me that she's going around saying that I never get tested because I don't get tested every week. He also disclosed to me her off menu list of services she offered to him after she trashed everyone in the area for being "dirty".
After he said that, this weekly testing bullsh*t makes more sense. I was honest with my doctor and he determined the three month schedule was perfectly fine because I don't really engage in any high risk behavior.
Weekly testing for certain people starts to make more sense after what he disclosed to me.
It feels like some kind of internalized hatred being projected on us. Like why is she trying to prove to a bunch of people that don't care that she's "clean" and everyone else is "dirty"
I'm not envious or jealous of that person. Her life sucks. I don't know why she has to go around trying to feel superior to everyone and spread rumors. I wouldn't trade places with her for any amount of money.
I mean good for her for making money, but I wouldn't be able to sleep at night if I had to throw people under the bus to get it. If I had to make money in an underhanded way and take advantage of people and hurt people to get there, I wouldn't be be able to live with myself. All the money in the world doesn't fix underlying problems. It doesn't fix anything.
I mean day in day out she has to bring herself back to that sh*tty motel and run that assembly line. No one wants her life. No wonder she acts the way she does.
I'm not envious of her. I feel sad for her.
It's even sadder that she has to message all of us and try and reinforce in her own mind that she's special, and she's "the best" and "the cleanest" it's all a farce. Normal people don't do that, they're just comfortable doing their own thing and existing in their own space.
Like after this i'm gonna go enjoy my life and my family and forget this person even exists, just like everyone else who only messages her when they need a cheap f*ck. I'm going to measure my worth based on the value I bring to the people closest to me and not by how many dudes f*ck me for a brown bill in a scuzzy motel. No offense to anyone but there's more to life. I wouldn't pride myself on it and I wouldn't measure my worth on it.
I did it for years, I measured my worth on how much money I made and it's the worst thing anyone can do. I had a lot of money, but I was unhappy and I was susceptible to every negative comment. I took everything personally. It was because my self esteem was fragile in it fluctuated according to the amount of money I had or made and it's a really toxic way to live.
And then later on (this is how I know with certainty it was her messaging me)
The person who disclosed all the rumors she was saying about me to her clients, also told me that she's going around saying that I never get tested because I don't get tested every week. He also disclosed to me her off menu list of services she offered to him after she trashed everyone in the area for being "dirty".
After he said that, this weekly testing bullsh*t makes more sense. I was honest with my doctor and he determined the three month schedule was perfectly fine because I don't really engage in any high risk behavior.
Weekly testing for certain people starts to make more sense after what he disclosed to me.
It feels like some kind of internalized hatred being projected on us. Like why is she trying to prove to a bunch of people that don't care that she's "clean" and everyone else is "dirty"
I'm not envious or jealous of that person. Her life sucks. I don't know why she has to go around trying to feel superior to everyone and spread rumors. I wouldn't trade places with her for any amount of money.
I mean good for her for making money, but I wouldn't be able to sleep at night if I had to throw people under the bus to get it. If I had to make money in an underhanded way and take advantage of people and hurt people to get there, I wouldn't be be able to live with myself. All the money in the world doesn't fix underlying problems. It doesn't fix anything.
I mean day in day out she has to bring herself back to that sh*tty motel and run that assembly line. No one wants her life. No wonder she acts the way she does.
I'm not envious of her. I feel sad for her.
It's even sadder that she has to message all of us and try and reinforce in her own mind that she's special, and she's "the best" and "the cleanest" it's all a farce. Normal people don't do that, they're just comfortable doing their own thing and existing in their own space.
Like after this i'm gonna go enjoy my life and my family and forget this person even exists, just like everyone else who only messages her when they need a cheap f*ck. I'm going to measure my worth based on the value I bring to the people closest to me and not by how many dudes f*ck me for a brown bill in a scuzzy motel. No offense to anyone but there's more to life. I wouldn't pride myself on it and I wouldn't measure my worth on it.
I did it for years, I measured my worth on how much money I made and it's the worst thing anyone can do. I had a lot of money, but I was unhappy and I was susceptible to every negative comment. I took everything personally. It was because my self esteem was fragile in it fluctuated according to the amount of money I had or made and it's a really toxic way to live.
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I'm just sticking to the facts but I REALLY wish I could get the people that tell me stuff to make an account. They probably never will, but the truth will come out.
