They Will Not Believe You

 

THEY WILL NOT BELIEVE YOU

Go on then, tell them all what has happened to you? Go on, here, take my phone and ring my parents, my family and my friends. Ring my colleagues too. Telephone the golf club in fact why don’t you take out an advertisement in a local, no, make it a national newspaper and tell everybody about how badly you have been treated?

Climb on the roof and shout it to the neighbourhood, tell everyone who calls at our door and bellow it to strangers as they walk past. Do it, go on, tell them about. Announce it, broadcast it, transmit it, send it out by mail, e-mail ,message and radio signal. Have it blaring from the radio, repeatedly playing on television, hell I will even let you strap a message to a flock of pigeons and you can let them deliver the news that way. Scrawl how badly you have been treated by me on a piece of paper and wrap it around a brick and hurl it through the window at the police station. Scream it long and loud until you are hoarse. Go on, tell them, tell them all.

Tell my parents about their successful son who has studied hard, achieved brilliant results and now excels at work about what I do? Why don’t you gather all my friends around here and announce to them what a bastard I am? I am sure they will be intrigued to listen to you saying that about their loyal and dependable friend who always makes time for them and has helped them out in repeated ways through his largesse and influence.

Pop next door and bang on their front door, explain to them with your wild eyes and even wilder hair what has really been happening? After all, I only every show them friendship and politeness don’t I? I don’t think they have heard me shouting at you (I wait until they are away before I raise my voice) but I know they have heard you ranting and bawling.

Go to the local shopping parade and mention to the pleasant lady at the bakery what I really get up to behind closed doors. I am sure she will love to hear you tell her all about the charming man who is her best customer and has arranged for her to supply the restaurant of two of my friends.

Call my brother and give him chapter and verse. Oh you can’t because he won’t answer the ‘phone to you anymore will he? I know, head down to the gym and see if you can interest any of the regulars with a hysterical rant about the chap who they all say hello to and who works out quietly and regularly. Type out a memo for my colleagues and circulate it to them. I am sure they will be interested to read all about their boss who holds the keys to their futures.

Declare it to the group I attend football with, they will want to know all about what I do won’t they? What’s that? These are all my people. At last you have recognised the truth of the matter in between your vile outbursts and hateful comments. I know then, ring up your sister and see what she has to say, mind you, I daresay you won’t want to give her the satisfaction after the way she came on to me would you?

Tell your friends all about it. Oh wait, they are now my friends and all they have ever seen is how happy I have made you, the gifts, the trips, the presents and the love. What about the vicar? He will listen to you I am sure. It is what he does after all although what he will make of such slander against a regular attendee at his sermons and generous charity donor remains to be seen.

Do it, grab a loudspeaker, create a banner, haul a message behind an aeroplane and write it in the sand on the beach. Do it in this frenzied manner with words spilling from your twisted mouth, a word salad which makes no sense. I am sure the staccato way you spit out your accusations will be well-received.

Make sure they look deep into your crazy eyes when you are talking to them, I want them to see who they are really dealing with. Tell your father will you? Ha, he has put up with this for years and was glad to see you leave home, he told me himself. He knows what a drama queen you are and as for your mother well she hates confrontation and she adores me since she knows just how much I have done for you.

Go on, beat your tiny fists about that façade, see if you can punch some holes in it although I know you will not be able to. Shout and stamp and holler all you like. I will enjoy watching you do that and there will be no favourable outcome for you. You are the crazy one and you are trying to unseat the stable, rational, dependable and ultimately far more likeable me.

But you keep trying, it amuses and fuels me as your bloodied hands slap against the façade with no effect and your voice becomes no more than a rasp. I will watch as the hope fades in your eyes to be replaced by fear and incomprehension. Keep trying though, keep going and reinforce what I have already indoctrinated them to believe.

They believe me.

They won’t believe you.

8 thoughts on “They Will Not Believe You

  1. Joa says:

    What a nonsense. Wasting energy and knocking weapons out of hand yourself.

    I remember feeling satiated with the thought of renting a billboard, but I always knew that it would not go beyond my imagination.

    An attitude of calm resolve and dignity is more effective. But you have to wait for the effects.

    As for my surroundings – he had no chance. I have a strong and stable position. And his – I don’t care anymore.

    PS During a recent interaction, I was toying with the thought of putting up a poster, with his photo with his shorts tucked down, on the window of the nearest shop in his town (he showed how he got tanned, showing off his body and ass, and the shorts hang so sadly 😀). To this day, I am amused by the thought of this photo 🙂

    However, I really liked the idea of ​​HG with subsequent actions 🙂 But I’m afraid that by then I will not want to play such pranks 🙂

    I am already light years ahead. I’m going on super express. It feels like it’s just a strange, curious dream that I woke up from again.

  2. Asp Emp says:

    …..an angel with a dirty face (and body)…….bath time.

  3. A Victor says:

    First they bank on us not taking them up on their offer to call people, then they bank on the people not believing us. Then, if those fail, they bank on being able to charm us back to where they want us, or silent treat us to where they want us, or some other manipulation. They are so cocky. But it always worked on me. 🙁

    1. lisk says:

      Narcissists: Always banking!

      1. A Victor says:

        Exactly. And it works for them. 😢 It actually makes me sad when I think back to these times when I consciously made a choice,wasn’t brave enough to face it, to go along with what my ex wanted. Even when I knew he lied, I couldn’t bring myself to confirm it because it would have led to more decisions I didn’t want to make, like having to end the relationship, being faced with such logic that I couldn’t deny the truth and ending it would be the only logical course of action to take. Any other choice would be telling both of us that he could do anything he wanted and I’d still be there.
        I was avoiding all of this by accepting his ‘banks’ and not checking things out. It was a non verbal agreement of sorts and I was a part of it. Now this is making me nauseous. I can so clearly see my ET here! This is eye opening! Thank you Lisk! I think going forward, any man who I feel the need to check something out with its just going to be dumped right there.

        1. A Victor says:

          This is very powerful, making me cry. I can’t believe I did this. And my daughter’s too.

          Thank you for helping me see this HG.

    2. BC30 says:

      Well, you didn’t know and now you do. I am also surprised at how many people have believed me. TBH I think being able to communicate what Ns are all about using the knowledge I’ve learned here is what makes the difference.

      1. A Victor says:

        I agree! Being able to speak from a place of knowledge makes all the difference!

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