Lee Stobby,
On May 5th 2017 without my consent you exposed me to a potentially deadly disease, according to what you told me on May 7th 2017 just as we were about to hook up again. Ever since then my life has never been the same.
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I assure you, as much of a doormat as I seem to be (and am at times), the more you needlessly stomp your feet on me the less welcoming and friendly I become. You leveraging the anniversary of my brother’s rape, disappearance, and suicide (during Suicide Prevention month) and my war hero General Uncle’s recent death (I’m sure the Special Forces Hall of Fame would have plenty to say on this issue) is just wiping your shoes on me too far.
So thank you for making your cruelty so transparent that it eliminates any pity I’ve had for you. I was quite annoyed that your lawyer was burdening my mother with being an intermediary when both myself and my mother let her know that my mother was acting as my mother, not my lawyer, and I had asked your lawyer to contact me directly, a request she had mostly ignored (though my mom is grieving too, both a son and a brother).
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But mainly, I had been at a low point with sickness and grief and simply wanted to take you up on your request to speak privately so that I could express what had happened to me as a result of your crimes, so that I could be heard as a sex crime victim, in the hope you wouldn’t do it to anyone else. I wanted to do my best to make sure you would stop, without having to hurt you. Even if it meant that you could stay in the shadows and not face accountability for what you did to me.
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But you had to wrench it too far and say that while you would have a meeting with me that week (during the anniversary trip for my brother’s rape, disappearance, and suicide, not before it as I had been trying fruitlessly to arrange with your gaslighting attorney) you would only do so if I scrubbed social media of your misdeeds and signed an NDA, which I had previously made it clear after a prior gaslighting email from your attorney that I would not. Otherwise you would drag out a “mediation” (which I had never agreed to) for an unspecified amount of time but indicated it would be a while. You also happened to be trying to apply this leverage during not only around the dates of my family’s tragedy, but also during Suicide Prevention Month. In addition to my brother, i have lost other friends to suicide in September so it adds an extra sting. Not only that, but you applied this bit of barbaric leverage not even a week after you signed a deal for your client with a major director who has unfortunately also lost a child to suicide.
So thank you for your abject cruelty, it made me look past your frail-child appearance and see the monster that your actions have long indicated lurks underneath. In short, you took away my pity for you (though it’s still amazing how you seem to be able to cry on command which I witnessed on both 5–7–17 and 5–9–17). Your cruelty has energized me despite my medical ailments to speak louder and stronger to anyone and everyone I choose to protect those who see the “harmless” little animated man in little hats, and not the sexual predator lurking underneath. I’m sure that one of your friends who has no clue they could be next will send you the link to whatever I post.
You would have thought that my pity for you would have dissipated along with the rest of my life years ago when you sexually preyed on me, but it took this level of barbarism for me to realize just how truly dangerous you are. I hope your potential future victims may be warned against your propensity to victimize friends.
