Justice, or Lack Thereof

I am so livid I can barely fucking speak.

If you would like to how pissed I am, the Nevada Bar knows about it now. I swear to god how many attorneys do I have to have disbarred, rightfully fucking so, in the course of this incident?

{D} and his attorney are now claiming—somehow—that there was no relationship between us. That I was using the video to manipulate him into a romantic relationship.

No relationship.

That’s interesting, because I had to quote Steve Wolfson on our relationship being the reason he declined to bring criminal charges.

So which is it?

Either there was a relationship—or the State declined to prosecute based on something that didn’t exist.

You don’t get to have it both ways depending on what’s convenient in the moment.

And the timing of this argument is bullshit.

This was in a motion to strike my amended complaint—the one that did nothing except clean up the difference between criminal and civil language. The exact thing I was told to do. By her. And by the arbitrator.

So I comply, and now suddenly that’s a problem too?

Pick a fucking lane.

And let’s talk about this attorney for a second.

This is the same attorney he told me—before I even spoke to the police—was going to have me charged with “revenge porn” for reporting what happened to the State.

For a video that shows me. Not him. Me—nude and screaming. Him not identifiable, his back to the camera.

That does not meet the legal standard for nonconsensual distribution of intimate images. Not even close.

But the fucking threat was made anyway.

And then there’s the text.

Where {D} tells me his attorney “laughed at that video” and says, “Lombardo may throw me under the bus, but everyone else knows what that video shows.”

Yeah?

Because according to the State of Vermont, a year ago exactly, that video showed enough for him to be forced out of not one—but two—state positions.

So what the fuck do you think that video shows?

You don’t get to rewrite reality after the fact because it’s inconvenient.

You don’t get to deny a relationship when it was previously used to justify declining charges.

You don’t get to threaten criminal prosecution to silence someone—and then pretend that never happened either.

And you definitely don’t get to call me incoherent when I back it up with your own words, your own texts, and the police transcript.

So I attached them.

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Like are you fucking kidding me right now? This whole thing is difficult. It’s not just difficult because I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m doing because I didn’t go to law school. It is difficult emotionally for me to go through this. This law suit.

This is my only legal recourse left where I can get some fucking closure on this incident. Where I can fucking have an answer as to what happened and whose fault it was. I don’t get criminal charges because I’m too much of whore and what the fuck, our relationship didn’t exist in the first place.

I have nothing. I don’t get a disbarment hearing because {D} is so fucking good at cover shit up when he does massively illegal things. It’s what he has done his entire life. He should have been a fucking felon in the fucking 80s, but no. He gets away with everything. No record of it. Oh I’ll just give up the law license and no one will ever be able to prove what happened. and he can continue lying about what what happened, about me, about our relationship apparently.

It’s like I’m being gaslight again only this time it’s through his attorney who he was cheating on me with. I almost threw a beer bottle at his head one day when I found it in the trash because of her. I literally had to pause and talk myself out of throwing it at him.

So the abuse from {D} continues. This is what I get for trying to take legal action. This.

And it will continue until I finally get it over with. There is no such thing as speedy Justice. Hell. There is apparently no such thing as justice.

side note. {D} did some reading today. Little rage swipe here and there? What's the matter, {D} did I get you in trouble with another one of your women? I don't know if she is just that bad of an attorney or if you don't know the rule never lie to your doctor or your attorney. So what did you tell her? What lies was she fed? At you're back in Vermont where you belong. Nix that you belong in jail, but at least you're not near me anymore. Cocksucker.