A friend told me she brought up my blog to Phil. I cannot believe what he said:

Lol. Let me guess ? Is that the site where chicks I broke up with talk shit behind my back . Lol. How reliable. Talking about someone while thier not around to defend themself. Funny how they’re talking about me and I sure as fuck ain’t talking about them. Probably wouldn’t remember most of them

So go take your shot at me. I’m too busy doing me than to give two shits about what scorned whores have to say about me behind my back. Tell them anyone who would do that ; it’s no wonder I’m not interested in them. And if they’re still talking shit I guess none of them got another man or they wouldn’t still be doing it. So tell those losers maybe if they tried being better people they might get and keep a man one day. Noone wants a bitter , shit talking coward for a woman. Peace out

Phil Venezia himself

To be clear, we aren’t talking “behind his back.” This is the third time someone tried to get him to read this site to show him his affect on women and join the conversation.

On one hand, I must admit I am relieved. Although there is nothing he can do to take this down or silence our voices, I am concerned he will figure out where I am to “exact his revenge,” or that’s what he used to say. It’s been several years now, give or take. I doubt he even remembers me.

As I’m writing this, it’s becoming apparent to me this feeling is anguish. Currently, I can feel a lump in my throat – fear, butterflies in my tummy – anxiety, and also my face feels flush – anger. I’m angry that he STILL has such a strong effect on me. That’s why I HIGHLY recommend going “no contact” whenever you leave him to wallow in his self inflected misery. The sway he had on me was undeniable. I feel so dirty remembering it now, and not the sexy kind of dirty. The “omg I need an STD screen” panic type of dirty.

Please send good vibes for the safety of our sanctuary, the resonance of our voices, and the respect we all deserve.

– ρꫝꪗꪶꪶ𝓲𝘴