A + B = C
So the first I think I heard about John, the 50+ guy in Seattle that Eradea ran off to in July, was probably around May. I'd see things she had (coloring books, etc.) and ask where they came from, and she's reply with "a friend of mine near Seattle," and gave one or two bits of general background info. Of course I didn't think anything much of it. He came to visit late spring and stayed in the guest room at what used to be our house. Again, I thought nothing much of it. She allegedly planned a trip to see him in July. I suppose she had probably already decided to leave, looking back with slightly more information, and that was just her easy way of bailing out? Who knows.
I do know, however, that the following letter was written and mailed long before I had ever heard of this guy, and it certainly looks a lot like Eradea was being convinced that what she and I had was somehow a serious danger to her (Dave is a local ham who Eradea told me was trying to get in her pants and making her very uncomfortable; I guess that was just to get me to dislike him and was her playing us off against each other), and that he was somehow this amazingly caring individual. Considering there's evidence his wife left him right at the point where he got Eradea to come to Seattle, I guess that means I've been played in a big way. Not entirely sure by who, but certainly by someone. I only hope that it's not her that's getting played as well, because I don't knnow what she will be able to do for herself if she gets trapped in a bad situation without knwing a soul up there to help her.
It is a downer seeing my own sense of strength and certainty throughout the past 4+ years crumble. I'm left financially broken and in a lot of difficult places, often without choices (much less choices I'd actually want to take), and it is ironic to know that I was fine right up until she actually disappeared with my things and my sense of home, given that the only thing that changed in the last 6+ months of her being around is her level of honesty (I guess that is the right phrase to use, even though most of what she disclosed to me since leaving she did by accident, like leaving the above letter behind). If the situation is really no different than it was before, why does it feel so horrible to me, and why is it hitting me so horribly in terms of how I feel about myself?>
If nothing else, though, at least it all makes it easier for me to have filed the following, despite never having wanted once in my lifetime to be adversarial with her (or most anyone else, for that matter):
