Deception personified: Bitch.
The Enemy personified: Bitch.

She never got the job. Fuck it.
Well, let's face it, who the fuck would have her?

Those of you who have read me well will know all about the deceptive paths of Bitch; her lies, her injustice, her blame culture, her manipulation, her shallowness, her complete and utter lack of emotional intelligence.

Well, finally....and I knew one day the truth would come out, but finally, it's pouring forth like a small stream, yet the current is increasing and it is now a measurable passage of time until that stream turns into a river.
Young One knows everything and is telling Angel everything.However, Angel, in her kind wisdom, only tells me what will actually help. She does not want me to erupt, to become ill, to wreak revenge...
However it is EXACTLY as I imagined everthing to be and what I am discovering is helping me realise that my paranoia was actually not paranoia at all.
If you read my very first 'Return' post, and those of the following days and even weeks, as I battled with the constructed deception, the constructed removal of my presence, the constructed web of lies which slandered and smothered, you will understand just how important the realisation and dawing of truth is to me.

Fact: my return was to be made as 'uncomfortable' as possible. Bitch actually told the 'team'...christ, never did such an inappropriate word exist for that cauldron of snakes, that the worse they made me feel, the better it would be, as I would break and leave. Those of you who read me then will know how low I was, yet how strong I became.

Never did they break me. Dram is still a silly simpleton with the sectionable smile, yet she condoned Bitch's behaviour towards me and still does. I waste no respect for her now. Bitch Two is now polluting other waters. Cycleman now finds himself on the other side of the water. The Skittish Colt is now under my guidance and is developing and growing with far less frolicking. Young One is loyal and vibrant and true and awaits Cycleman's return with trepidation, but she is protected, safe, supported as Angel is never far away, nor am I. Another new addition, let's call him Byron...enters the realm soon and is absolutely singing from the same hymn sheet...and that leaves Bitch.
Solitary.
Sad.
Despised.
Untrustworthy.
Two-faced.
Disloyal.
False.
And a liar. A fluent liar who twists the space in which she walks.

She bewilders me.
She angers me.
Yet she no longer causes me the fear which eats away inside me, which hurt me so much.
If I can do this, if I can come back from such a brink, then anyone can...as long as you have the patience and the will.