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In this story I’ll talk about this oppressive and disturbed SPV (Self-proclaimed victim).  She’s sort of ‘dimmed’ today; but faithful to her SPVism.  An expert in the art of manipulation… she’s always practicing different techniques to blame everything on someone else.

An SPV, and specially this oppressive SPV, can’t stand being uninformed so she goes through life asking and wondering about one’s plans and whereabouts as well as about the life of others… sniffing, inventing, manipulating, fabricating stories about those around her… if this sounds familiar it’s because you might even know her!  The thing is… she loves gossip… the one that’s goes around but never comes around, of course!

It so happens that I found out, one very special morning, from the mouth of an SPV that likes to tell but not be told… that this oppressive SPV in question wouldn’t stop tracing stories about my life… asking, misrepresenting, making trouble… even though my relationship with her had been limited to a ‘Hi and Good Bye’ for quite some time.  This is reason enough to piss off an SPV… since they’re not good at not knowing!

Well, that day, sick and tired of this nosy parker - and oppressive SPV - I decided to give her a ‘teaspoon’ of her own medicine (yes, a tiny one otherwise I might have killed her with the sole impression!) and wrote one of my ‘famous’ little letters.  Sent it via e-mail to most everyone I knew… and that knew her… about some delicate matters… and not so delicate too… for which I was the ‘hostile witness’… that hostile witness that SPVs are so fearful of… the answer came sooner than I thought.

I’ll tell you all about this oppressive SPV some other time.  Right now I’m just telling you what happens when you give them a small little taste of their own medicine and how they are never responsible of anything… always pointing their finger at someone else but them.

In the presence of the one that likes to tell but not be told, I got a call from this oppressive SPV to object to my doings.  Yeah!  She defies my behavior when I was just mimicking her!  Only I told truths… not lies!  I took out her dirty laundry and she didn’t like it.  Pathetic!

• How does it feel? - I insisted.
• Why? Oh why???? - Yelled, desperate, the oppressive SPV on the phone.
• Is there anything I wrote that is not true? - I, calmly, asked.
• You had no right!, Why would you do this to me? - She cried in despair ignoring my words.

I’m sorry… I had no right? - Said I - This is just a taste of your own medicine, only in written… inalterable, permanent!

• You are so mean! - She kept on accusing.

Yes!  I’m the bad guy… right… those were her injustices, offenses and intrigues… but I’m the bad guy here… ok!

What’s wonderful about this experience is that this SPV was miles away and couldn’t put a bullet in my forehead to end my ‘treacherous’ existence as a hostile witness.   Listen, I can ‘take’ the verbal abuse… it’s the physical abuse that gets me!  And she’s got a long history of that!!!

This oppressive SPV dedicated part of her existence to child abuse (I could almost call it torture) under the excuse of ‘education’… only she wiped those memories out so well that it so happens that she’s now a devoted defender of the rights of other children around her… yes… she now condemns what she vigorously practiced with her own child!

• You should never spank a child… I managed to educate mine without doing so - She spits out, as a ‘potion for disregard’ drink, with her almost genuine ‘victim’s face’ on.

And her ‘herd’ of stupid followers drinks it… I, strongly, refuse to belong to that ‘herd’ that decides to follow in spite of it all… like behind Hamelin with his little flute!?

Which makes me appreciate the following story… this one seems taken out from a Stephen King’s book… I know you won’t believe it, even though it’s true, but I want to write it anyway… I need to write it for a broader audience… My dissertation, my lesson, my therapy!  Hope it helps you…