Goodbye & Good Luck
March 31, 2009
This is the second phone call we had this morning. Earlier I had hung up on him because he started in with the "You've got it so fuckin' easy" bit.
Him: So you're willing to throw all my hard work out the window by putting this shit out there online for everyone and their mother to see?!
Me: What are you talking about? I've put a lot of shit "out there."
Him: I did an image search on your name and I came across your stupid articles on verbal abuse.
Me: Really?! [I couldn't help but be a little happy about that.]
Him: I don't think it's anything to be excited about.
Me: Well, what did you find? My website, the blog, what?
Him: So you really think that this isn't going to ruin me?
Me: I talked to the people at the counseling center on post. Verbal abuse isn't going to get you kicked out of the military.
Him: Oh, and you believed them?!
Me: That's my choice.
Him: I guess it's okay with you that you're going to end up out on the street.
Me: That's not going to happen.
Him: How do you know?
Me: Frankly, at this point I don't care.
Him: Well. That's good to know. You don't care. I've just got one thing to say to you. Good bye and good luck.
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