and now I will tell you….because at long last over…
yes, i am the whipping post
in the summer of 2014 a woman “L” I only knew on fb through a mutual friend must have looked through my photos and saw that I collected art. she messaged me. she said she represented artists and perhaps i might know a gallery that would show the woman’s work. i try to be helpful to anyone when i can. i said, sure, send me the pics. she said, it’s much better if i show you in person…may i come over? so, stupid me, not knowing this woman, let her come to my home…yes,she saw I have a nice home. we sat outside and i looked at the art…oils on canvas and very lovely. i told her i’d reach out to two galleries. The contact I have in Soho was not interested. My NJ contact thought the work was good but they dealt in photographic prints; but they are long-time dear friends, so they offered to meet her with me for dinner to give her advice. We set up a date; someone couldn’t make it; we rescheduled…again, someone cancelled (neither time was it me). This was now October. And it just fell through the cracks…and nothing happened.
In December, I made a terrible mistake. My son was upset with me and said “I don’t like the way you act, you are not humble…I have a gift for you but I’m not going to give it to you.” It cut me like a knife. Like a jerk, I went on fb and talked about how I just wanted to go away and escape and disappear due to this.
TWO DAYS AFTER CHRISTMAS….the town police come to my house….they received a call that I was suicidal. I was sitting on the couch watching tv with Chris. My son and I had made amends. The police could see, nothing was wrong. We spoke. I then told them….I am good friends with our town’s Chief of Police; when he was sworn in, he invited few town residents to his reception…he included me. Upon telling them that, I said, now tell me who called you. And they did. And it was L.
Why? She had my telephone number, could contact me on fb, instant message, text….no, NO NO NO….this was vindictive. If a person thinks another person is suicidal on Day 1, why call for help on Day 3? The police agreed completely. However, they had to follow protocol. Either I take myself to Englewood Hospital for a psych evaluation or they take me. So I went. 6 hours. And I was released. I was not suicidal.
In May 2015, I attended an event in NYC a friend was giving to commemorate her two year anniversary in her venue. During the evening, someone came to me and said, my camera is dead, could u take a pic of me and my friend. I said sure…and damn, the friend was L. I put my phone in my pocket. I said to L, I want to tell you what you did to me and my family over the Christmas holiday…..she pushed me with both hands against my shoulders and said “get out of my face”, I pushed her back and said, “hey, I just want to talk to you”, again, she pushed me hard. And then the crowd gathered….oh yes, a crowd loves drama. And someone shoved me to the floor. I was kicked, so was she. My dress was ripped. A bouncer came and grabbed my arm, he said, “get in this taxi, go home quick before the police come”
I went home.
Two weeks later, I find I am being charged with assault.
I obtain an attorney. I will not be beaten up by someone for no reason who I tried to help. I paid $7000 to the attorney to got John Gotti, Jr. off.
I went to court….8 times! Adjournment, adjournment, adjournment….L was not ready. My attorney asked for her medical records. And after 3 months of requesting same, the documents came….she did go to the hospital, they did take pictures…which show zero damage and the hospital report states that she should go home and take aspirin….that she was not injured. She had advised the court that she intended to sue me civilly. Well, of course she did. She saw my house….she wanted it.
Today, my attorney called. It is finally over.
The case has been dismissed, and my record is clean.
I did nothing wrong but try to help someone.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions….
…..so, if you think you know me…..guess again
I am the whipping post
It doesn’t matter
Just get in line