Yes, I know. I’m about the last person in the United States to be on Facebook. I needed for Facebook to get better with privacy issues before it was safe for me to be out there.
It shocks the hell out of me to discover that I’m exceedingly well-connected with just 10 friends so far. I am humbled to discover the enormous prices I have paid because I fell in love with the wrong guy 19 years ago. Who knew a guy who appeared to have it all couldn’t handle hearing “this isn’t working out.”
Back in the day, I dated a lot of powerful, wealthy men. When it was over, we wished each other well and moved on with our lives. No big deal.
My cousin has criticized me for taking foolish risks, but I think it should be safe to assume that a high-ranking judge had been fully vetted. I’d busted the Teamster’s union ~ work that often got people killed ~ back in the late 1970’s. But, Frank Fitzsimmons, who was the international president, protected me because he respected my integrity.
So, forgive me for assuming that a judge who should have been vetted would be a safe romantic choice. And, he was single which some of my lovers were not.
I never dreamed that a decision to settle down and end my wild and crazy romantic adventures would put my life in jeopardy for decades and result in my career getting blackballed.
On this rare sunny day in December in Seattle, I want to thank the folks who were the first to acknowledge our friendship.
The worst aspect of being stalked after surviving domestic violencre is the isolation. Yet, I realize today that it is possible to build a solid professional network while flying under the radar. It is very empowering.