Goodbye and Good Luck
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 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.”
>>I also added this entry to the website
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