I’ve written a lot of things on here, some raw, some refined, some stitched together from journal scraps, memories, grief, or whatever was keeping me up at 3 a.m.
Well when someone steals what you’re written, and it’s your livelihood, I think you get a pass on that. Just my opinion, but I don’t know anyone who wouldn’t be livid.
I don’t know which text of yours was stolen, but what I read from you so far is intensely intimate. You are sharing raw pain that you feel or felt. So to me, stealing your words would be the equivalent to an emotional rape. These are the words you chose to describe YOUR thoughts, feelings and anything else it might be. Not HIS. So in my eyes it goes way beyond than stealing some work or a piece of art. I could go on and on, but I will spare you... I don’t think there's a protocol that you're supposed to follow when someone punches you in the face. I believe all the merit goes to you for coming back on your reaction and putting things in perspective.
Well when someone steals what you’re written, and it’s your livelihood, I think you get a pass on that. Just my opinion, but I don’t know anyone who wouldn’t be livid.
Hold some grace for yourself. 💕
I don’t know which text of yours was stolen, but what I read from you so far is intensely intimate. You are sharing raw pain that you feel or felt. So to me, stealing your words would be the equivalent to an emotional rape. These are the words you chose to describe YOUR thoughts, feelings and anything else it might be. Not HIS. So in my eyes it goes way beyond than stealing some work or a piece of art. I could go on and on, but I will spare you... I don’t think there's a protocol that you're supposed to follow when someone punches you in the face. I believe all the merit goes to you for coming back on your reaction and putting things in perspective.
Well said 💜 the art speaks for itself
I would have been freaking livid. So I too would have let rip.