UNTITLED MANUSCRIPT SYNOPSIS

Gaslighting: Psychological intimidation, maliciousness, an attempt to make (someone) believe that he or she is going insane (as by subjecting that person to a series of experiences that have no rational explanation).”

Without a partner, lover, or relative nearby during our feared and festive flights of life, our ribs cave. You cannot eat cake alone on your birthday, attend a funeral without a shoulder next to you, or celebrate a finished project without your best friend.

Greta exposes the mutilation, gaslighting, and abuse that is inflicted on her emotions, psychology, mental and physical health, and her finances.

Eve, a manipulative predator, employs gaslighting to destroy a trusting and intimate relationship of thirty-five years between Greta and Dodger. When Dodger met Eve, she found her suitor, sponsor, butler, and honey-do mate. She wields fierce control over him. Dodger obliges her menacing, mystifying, irrational gaslighting methods to incite Greta’s self-doubt, mental decline, and financial depletion. The real estate investments Greta and Dodger own are facing foreclosure, as he collects rent to cover Dragon’s consumption and vacations, leaving the mortgages in default. Dodger is forbidden to communicate with Greta, ensuring her emotional decline exacerbates.

While Dodger occupies a home with Greta, he engages in repetitive attacks, stalking, frightening, and psychotic behavior to destabilize Greta. Two of their properties are in foreclosure. The remaining investment is at risk, forcing Greta to relocate to New York to salvage their home. Hospital visits, medication, and a desire to die battle against her will to survive. Greta’s story serves as a testament to the power of friendship—not in solving her problems, but in safeguarding her from being renounced.

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Closing Paragraph: I’ve lived without a partner, lover, or relative nearby; my ribs did not cave. I ate cake alone on my birthday, cried at a friend’s funeral without a shoulder next to me, and celebrated the liberation from Dragon and Dodger.

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Aside from her legal phantazmorphia, the house has critical repairs, so she is meeting with contractors, plumbers, electricians, and masonry companies to tend to one thing after another. As she reflects on all these repairs and sees her savings account drop by fifty percent, her demeanor is not as she expected; she feels a sense of reward for taking responsibility for the house and her tenants.

“ I decided to eliminate debt by consolidating outstanding balances into one low-interest payment; I didn’t use the air-conditioner, buy favorite foods, go to my favorite tavern, or purchase anything that didn’t get categorized as home repair. I even quibbled with my Physician about an in-person visit and asked for a Telemed visit.”‘

‘No, there would be no frivolous spending. This new style of surviving she called Anorexic Finance. When she relayed this to me, I high-fived her because I’ve never been in that position and thought it was commendable.

GASLIGHTING AND RECOVERY

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He’s digging my grave
For the dragon he pays
With our nest, now shaved
Tumbling into the abyss
I visit the comfort robes of the past
Monogrammed in stone

The will to relive what’s past comes at night

And must be excluded by daylight.

Of HUMAN BONDAGE

The sky hasn’t decided if it will let clouds overturn the sun, and I haven’t decided if I will pack the stack of books on the floor. No, I don’t feel the drive to lift and organize, my bed is warm and the house is not as warm.

I brought my coffee and peanut butter and honey toast upstairs, on a tray, I happen to collect trays, reminiscent of times when women ate breakfast in bed. Propped upright, I explored a movie about uneven love, tragedy, and resurrection. Of Human Bondage lit my taste, featuring Bette Davis and Leslie Howard. —– FILM MADE IN 1930 IN GRISLY BLACK & WHITE. Uneven love.
Days now remind me of reading 1984 in high school, and Fahrenheit 451 on film. We did evolve from a simplistic, hand-carved culture, built on rebars of freedom to a house full of furniture, relics, gadgets, screens, gates, and beeps. The beeps for me, make me jumpy, not seductively strolling around my apartment lighting candles in peace. I really do shimmy every time I hear the beep.
I chose Sunday to shut down all communication with the mainland, take the longest bath I can stand, and write. I need a rest, like a chaise lounge on a spacious veranda with honeysuckle, wisteria, and lavender, and then a mile away is the ocean, let me swim again.

I feel artists, and their works are not featured in the media, or maybe it’s because my scrolling is stuck on the essentials of living. In times of war, people must have known, see it now or never. Over two million working artists in the country, so google says, and when was the last time you discussed it at dinner, with anyone. I haven’t, and I don’t know why? Pop-up thoughts on life.

Untitled manuscript- Pg 565.

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Will-powered out of the house on a glory hallelujah day of ballet winds and buttercup sun. I walked along the bike path and observed the cyclists, and joggers, some still masked. Along the way, I smiled at passing strangers, and sometimes even a hello. How reviving to connect with strangers after two years of physical masks. Emotionally optimistic, a rare trajectory of nature and my life within. If nature can survive, why can’t I? What prevents us from launching new growth, mentally emotionally, and financially?

Let me take this day and bless it with hope, miles, and miles of hope and faith that I will land, plant new roots, and bloom.