Building Of Betrayal: Update.

Angel was silent as was I. The flow of words swirling in my head...'It's so much easier to ruin a reputation than it is to build it...'
The others noticed.
And , Bitch has had the audacity to delegate the 'present buying and organising' to me....astounded yet again. She's a shock coming...there is absolutely no way.
No way I'm partaking in the little 'off to the pub' ceremony either...
Dram is pathetically Bitch's best friend...it's pathetic to see and M woman...Bitch's predecessor would be horrified. Dram and her have been on holiday together, as well as rescuing her from various stupid predicaments.
She has such a small memory and is a plastic version of her former self. I cannot understand the change...yet, looking at the shallow smiley facade, my thoughts on that change and force me to accept this is the same woman who showed my daughter how to fly kites on some nearby beach.
The same woman I supported when she left her mentally disturbed partner...who had probably disturbed her and her son mentally;
the same woman who sobbed when the love of her life called it off;
the same woman who met those men off the sex site dressed in stockings;
the same woman who texted me and the world with her joy of the marriage proposal;
The same woman whose wedding reception I attended;
the same woman who came to my son's Christening;
the same woman who I no longer recognise, who blames me, who sympathises with the Bitch, who is still so blind to the Bitch's malice...
The same woman who so clearly is a different woman. I mourn for the one who has gone.

Bitch: well, I finally lost it last week when she continued to use my initials to address me in emails when she uses full names of my colleagues...in the same emails!!!
I know she ranted and ranted about my 'alleged' shortcomings the other week...her perception of me eats away her soul. Dignified, I still wait for the inevitable. And it will come. Have no fear. Keep the faith.

Friday night, the wise man listened and was so honest and so good...and has so much faith.
 He asked me about our 'bond.'
'I trust you,' was the reply. It's that simple. He was there for me that first day when no one else was.
He is a good man and I feel the strength of his faith every time he smiles and  talks and listens.
The strength of feeling I have for him is unique: a man whom I trust, completely...with no undercurrent; no tension; no deceit. Asexually comforting and asexually calm and beautiful.  He is someone who could probably convince me that God exists...somewhere out there.

Back to now.
I still furtively check and look and remind and redo...
My anxiety levels jump on  a Sunday night... 
I know she is waiting; just waiting for something to stab me with...
She told me last week she 'had enough evidence to bring the [place] down...' She'd hand it to the right 'authority' and 'walk away.'  I've passed that on to who needs to know and I suspect that was the reason I was told in the first place....Clearly, life is hard for her now in the Building of Betrayal, but what goes around, comes around... and I feel nothing for her distress....my beautiful special Plurals I do care about...she'd better not hurt them.
The Plurals were gorgeous and vibrant on Friday night ;top hotel; top gowns; top cars; top shoes; top vintage; top suits; top carriages and top limos...and now all energy goes into the new and the ongoing.

I will be there for them again; striving for them again as I still strive to clear my name; my reputation; my worth...

She can try to take everything away from me, but she can't take my name. I won't let her.