Explanation to Candy
ere’s the deal, dear devil of deception:
I’ve had this way of life I adopted when I was fairly young. It’s basically the same as the old “Eye For An Eye” motto. With all due respect to Ghandi, there are times when justice must be served. There are some things that simply warrant reaction, especially when it affects many people.
There was a bad connection when you tried asking me “why” the other day. The call seemed to drop after you played dumb with me, thinking I’m holding some sort of grudge for reasons that don’t mean anything. So because I want to make it clear to you, I will graciously detail it out here for you to see.
1) You lied about having a child.
2) You told dozens of lies and made up accounts just to cover up lie #1.
3) You stole money from someone you worked with on the day you quit.
4) You lied about the reasons you left girl #1’s house.
5) You covered up a great alcoholic dependancy. I learned it was so great, your place of employment had to put a 3-drink max on the employees because of you.
6) You lied about why you had to leave girl #2’s apartment. It was not her mental stability you were worried about. In fact, I learned it was the fact you had a week-long slut fest with god-knows-who, doing god-knows-what leaving her to come home from New England to find used condoms all over the place, burn marks on the furniture, broken property, and best of all… took all of her pills yourself and later admitted to it over voicemail. (So don’t try to deny it.)
You got a ban put on me from the bar you worked at, telling them all about how I was mis-treating you. Meanwhile, you were asking me to simply stay away from there because you were too ashamed to see me.
So, taking all this into consideration, I tend to think there’s probably a lot more I don’t know about and frankly don’t want to know. People laugh at me when I told them you said I was your 3rd. I just don’t want to know any more.
Maybe now you understand a little more clearer just how much I DO know about you and why I wrote a warning about you on the internet. Considering the fact I know your parents phone number and their general address, I suppose I could do a lot more so be happy I’m leaving it at a modest attempt at ruining your reputation with future guys.
So can we end it at this? Can you go along your way without contacting me again? You’ve got too many problems you need to seriously seek help with. I don’t want a single part of it and still hope you have enough wisdom to stay as far away from me as you can.
Christ, Coz… I dunno where you’re pickin up these chicks, but maybe you should try a church group or the grocery store. 😉 Sorry dude, I’m not tryin to make fun. You know me, always lookin for some humor. “Laughter is God’s hand on a troubled world.” Candy, huh? With a name like that…well, sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don’t.
Think I could get her number?
R-
i like how you attack the girl who was supporting your broke ass when you were a non working bum, now your just a bitter half fag who’s more into your computer than pussy!
First off, no one was supporting me. I had money and was paying my bills — despite the fact that she (you?) was not even paying me the rent we agreed on. So where do I become the bad guy in that situation? The only purchases made by her was snack-type food from Wawa and cigarettes, both of which I rarely ever asked for. Had I received her rent money, I wouldn’t have ever asked even on those occasions. So again, I ask you how that makes me the bad guy?
Second of all, if you are her, then anything you say is taken with a grain of sand, since you’ve proven yourself quite unstable. And you should wise up and leave this all alone. If you’re a friend of hers, then you should realize whatever you heard is lies. If you read what she did to me and everyone else around her, you might realize that she’s a pathological liar. So who’s the idiot now?
she didn’t do shit to you and you chose to believe a couple of bitter drug addicts one of which went to boston to do porn to pay for her habbit because her married boyfriend cut her off and she needed candice to be there for her but got pissed because she left. so of cource she talked shit, just like your talkin shit.
I chose to believe them because when I chose to believe her about not having a child, I was wrong. Because when I chose to believe her about her alcoholic habits, I was wrong. Because when I chose to believe anything else she said, I was proven wrong.
If this is Candy posting, why not just say it’s you? What good is staying anonymous? If you’re not her, you really have to consider for a moment that whatever you are told by her are lies, as they were to me — as much as I didn’t want to believe it.
first of all this is not candice and she doesn’t know i’m doing this, second of all she never lied to me about having a child, told me right of the bat, she is not ashamed of having a child and if you couldn’t tell she had a child then you must be blind or stupid or both
Great. Well, it appears my attempts at saving any future guys in her life have failed. It’s a shame, really. Let me know when she lets you down.
Oh, and I’m neither blind or stupid. See, I asked her straight up if she had a child. She LIED and said “no” and “those markings are from something else” and then proceeded to get upset and start packing up her clothes saying she’s leaving because she can’t be with someone who doesn’t trust her. (what the fuck!?) Bear in mind she had nowhere to go.
So… like I said, I chose to trust her and I was wrong.
Did she tell you about the stranger she let fondle her in order to get a ride to Dennys? Don’t believe me, though. I’m the bum in this scenario, right?
ok so your saying she wouldnt tell a guy she was with about having a child, but she would tell him about being fondled by a stranger for a ride…….that makes sense!
DENSE!
The fondling man story was revealed in her journal. Same place I found out about her kid. Found out about them at the same time.
Listen, I’m not the one scrambling for come-backs here in this silly argument. I’ve got all the facts right in front of me. You’re going by hear-say. And believe me, I don’t blame you. Before I found out all this, there wasn’t a chance in hell I’d believe that the shy, sweet, innocent fragile girl I knew could be so vindictive. Even though every day brought some shady activity from her, in one way or another, which I chose to not give a second thought to.
I just want all this put behind me. You can chose to believe her lies but I hope you’re not as burnt as those before you.