Amy phoned.
I tried to explain how the Internet works; to make her understand why the pages that I posted wouldn't hurt her.
She wouldn't listen.
She has taken a new job and moved out of her mother's house. I guess she and her kids are in an apartment somewhere, but she won't tell me where.
She said that she had been seeing a psychotherapist ever since she left. He told her that she had to leave me. He said that I violated her trust; and that she could not gain the affective power that she needed for self-actualization until she had validated her status as a victim. Then he said that she could no longer establish sufficient empathy with me to enable her moral authority because I had developed a borderline autistic disorder.
I think he wants to pork her.
She said that she was going to talk to a lawyer next.
I told her to send papers. I'll sign whatever she wants.
She's part of my old life. The old Kevin does not live here any more.