I was struggling with this one. I lurk on FB, only to see new pics of my grandkids. My friends are few (5?). Today I saw my aunt commented on some lib post saying maybe they need to accept that Bill got too much air cover and maybe they need him to answer for stuff now. Part of my aunt’s reply, “we all know Bill is a horn dog, but…” which set me off bc I know she has TDS and so wants a fight. A horn dog? A horn dog who tells a victim to put ice on a bleeding lip? A horn dog with a wife who will destroy lives? I won’t respond on FB, but there will be dinners.

My silence is guarded by angels, fiercely watching while more disclosure unfolds. My calm is faith that judgement is coming. I am not okay with years of relentless hypocrisy and bullying, followed by her sugary words dripping off a dangerous man. I decided not to struggle. Let the sheep do whatever they do. My role is not to save my aunt. My role is to hold the line. We are winning. God wins 🙏 Keep going…