Sadly, both cancer and depression are pretty common, and I've had plenty of experience with both. So this isn't a wind-up (and if anyone thinks I've made up all of this for some bizarre reason, my Adultwork emails would prove otherwise, I could give Adam and Nik access to my AW account to verify).
Meanwhile this thread is giving me a chance to "vent" somewhat... and maybe it will encourage the escort to do some thinking when she reads it.
For instance: among the many things I don't understand about this... where did the rage come from?
She didn't actually blacklist me until after my visit to her apartment, she'd just been ignoring all my messages until then. But then she went ballistic. I later spotted the fact that every single email I had ever sent her (right back to the run-up to our first meeting) was flagged as "deleted", and she had even deleted some UKP PM's we had exchanged... as if she was trying to erase me from existence.
But what did she expect? I was only doing what I had to do: what she had forced me to do, by refusing to answer my messages for so long. If any other escort had done that to me, I would have given up on her and moved on: but she had my money. So how did she think that was going to work out? And why flip out when the inevitable finally happened? Yes, I was rather harsh with her, but I was the one who actually had a reason to be pissed off... what was her problem?
How could she ever possibly have imagined that I would just quietly "walk off into the sunset", and leave her all that money... without ever knowing why???
Really, "mental illness" is the only explanation that sounds even vaguely plausible. Somehow she was incapable of understanding the consequences of her actions, or was so wrapped up in her own little bubble of misery that she couldn't think about anything else: until I popped her bubble and she flipped out.
punch yourself in the teary vagina next time you feel like sharing. Useless bullshit.
things we learnt from youonlybelievehisbullshitonce:
he is a fluffy falling in love with courtesans of the nighttime variety
gives a 1300 loan to someone who vanishes and eventually tells him to fuck off, etc and doesnt want to warn others in case it harms her livelihood
is in denial still
hopes for true love in a tale of fraud, theft, scamming stories, prostitution and being tolf to fuck off.
yougotdonemanytimes I suggest you stop punting. This story is so transparent, it is hardly the da vinci code, and she is no bourne identity here. Your fluffiness means punting is as wise for you as your vaginal pyramid scheme was. Seriously, you need to cease punting. like stephen hawking paintballing, you are a very easy mark and they probably see you a mile off.