broken promises


 

 

Before I escaped France, and Greg, I had submitted an application for french citizenship via marriage. Which Greg had supported and promised me that he would help me with the application.

On Monday 9th September I got a call from the prefecture telling me that they had received a letter from someone claiming that we were divorcing and they wanted to check if that was true or not.

So I suppose that Greg very honourably wrote a letter to the prefecture to tell them that I should stop my citizenship application.

Promise broken. 

Lied to.

Betrayed.

Isolated, then ignored.

Controlled financially.

Now controlled administratively.

Victim blamed.

...the dictator has lost control. The dictator does not like it. 

I don't need you to believe me. I need to believe in myself. 

TRUST

 

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