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.
I broke his heart. I feel terrible about it and thought I was making up for it by taking all the abuse. Apparently, he just likes hurting me because I deserve it. But I’ve seen him hurt lots of really nice women, too. I think he means to hurt people. I think he knows exactly how deeply he cuts me with his careless words.
I thought I could change him, but I was wrong. He has some Narcissistic Personality Disorder tendencies, such as never actually feeling sorry, incapable of being held accountable, and only understands the world from within a very fragile ego.
If you’re trying to have a monogamous relationship, don’t. It’s just never gonna happen. If he tells you that you’re the only one he’s having sex with, he’s lying or just referring to that hour or day. Expect lots of half truths and doublespeak. He is easily distracted and forgets about most women within three hours.
If he starts texting while you’re going down on him, he’s making fun of the previous 3 or 4 women who aren’t “currently in rotation,” he might even be sending pics of you. Over time I became paranoid. I learned not to expect a car outside every time he’s lying about having another “friend” over. He bangs homeless chicks. If you see a drugged out skinny chick walking away in any direction from his house, he probably just banged her. And he never wears a condom.
And god forbid if you don’t get him off! And if he thinks you’re lying about anything at all, just run and don’t turn back. Especially if you really are lying or if he’s into you- at the time. He never forgives. And you can mark his every threat, if you push him he will follow through without mercy or hesitation.
His best friend is that way for a reason. I’ll call her Blondie. He bangs her too, and she gives him shots. Sometimes does his hair. And ESPECIALLY don’t trust the one that lived in her garage. That “friend” got me hooked on drugs so she could have more time with Phil. She’s charming but defines the word conniving. She’s also gotten two other friends of Phil’s hooked on drugs. She’s a decent person when medicated.
The part that makes me craziest is that he won’t listen. He says he’s a godsend to women, but he’s a curse. He cycles through women like Lance Armstrong. Honeymoon phase lasts 1-2 weeks. Then 1-2 weeks of monotony and being moody, especially moody if he’s only banging you. Then he steps out. Usually with me. It took me way too long to realize the pattern. He may or may not warn you when he drops you/ kicks you to the curb. That’s why this site exists. The “friend” called it “getting strange,” as in once he can’t take it anymore he bangs the first STRANGEr he finds. Usually a drifting grifter. Just a nasty man.
I sincerely hope there is a woman strong enough and pure enough (but not naive at all) that can help that man. No one deserves to die alone. He’s making a beeline for that future as I write this. Such a disappointment.
Oh! But on the bright side, I’ve learned so much from him! I’ve learned boundaries, how to stand up for myself, who I truly am, and what my values are. When I met him I was a shell of a woman. Naive and out to get laid, no feels, no way! Then he found me on a kinky dating site. Said he could teach me kinky things. All he taught me was that I’m far stronger than I ever gave myself credit for. So if you feel victimized by him, remember that’s just the on-ramp to a better life. I read a quote that hit the nail on the head. “Every negative event contains within it the seed of an equal or greater benefit.” – Napoleon Hill
I highly recommend Stoicism if you want to stick around in his life. Here’s another: “The worst thing that happens to you may be the best thing for you if you don’t let it get the best of you.” – Will Rogers
I say, Use your pain to start again! He doesn’t own you, no matter how homeless or depressed you are. You can and you will move on without even realizing it. So just accept it and take back control of your life. You’re the only one who can. For that, just remember: A blazing fire makes flame and brightness out of everything that is thrown into it. – Marcus Aurelius
When I think of Phil, I still get a knot in my throat, tears in my eyes, and a pit in my stomach. He put me and all of my friends here through so much hell. Many of you fought back, I heard he even went to jail.
But he’s still free. Walking around completely oblivious, or worse totally uncaring about the effect he’s had on us.
So yeah, I hold a grudge. Abso-fucking-lutely. But I don’t let it define me or allow it to negatively affect my truth. Trauma doesn’t go away overnight, nor on its own. You have to do the work. And here it is.
You will NEVER get a sincere apology. Just accept it.
If pigs fly and you do, I am so happy for you. And you can still do this work, too.
Imagine a trauma or emotional event. How did it make you feel? Write down every detail within your comfort zone.
Now, what is it that you wanted in that moment? What was you mind/heart/soul crying out for? What would have soothed you?
How have you felt since that event if you have not received what you needed above?
We cannot wait on apologies. Our recovery is our responsibility.
Can you imagine how you would feel if you got what you needed to overcome that moment and find your center again?
So, now, what have you learned from this exercise? About yourself, the moment, whatever comes to mind.
Finally, it’s time to commit. Write down (yes with a pointy thing in your hand on any surface suitable for writing): I commit myself to _______. This is your new mantra.
An example, for me, I commit myself to letting go of people who show me little to no respect because I respect myself, and I know that I matter.
All I ever wanted was respect.
KNOW that you are beautiful and did NOT deserve any harm that has come to you.
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