She told me a story and asked me to share it. I wrote it down for her because that is what I do. She hasn’t been able to tell it herself and when his version of their story makes its way back to her, it is always a convenient bastardization of the truth. It is the version of the story in which what he did is not so bad and was maybe a little bit justified. These slanders.
And this story did not happen in a vacuum. In telling it, the question becomes whether or not to share the names of the parties involved. Despite the fact that this story is true, she is worried that we’d be accused of slander.
How funny is it that actual slanders run rampant and truth is muzzled for fear of slander? Not terribly funny, I guess.
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