Before any of the nastier shit went down, she had already invented a whole story of mischaracterized events to sink him with, knowing they would just believe her because she was female … and they did. Nothing that happened nor was discovered after that point justified her concocted, make-believe story. All she had had at that point, was some emails, which were sent in response to HER harassment, and some other emails of which she was suspicious. However, they constituted nothing illegal. There was a real crime at that point, and it was hers, as telling false stories to authorities with the intent to incriminate is a felony. She never faced penalty for it, because that world was backwards and biased. 

She told them that she had told him numerous times to leave her alone. She never did, and she didn’t have any evidence to support her claim. They just believed her. She told them that he had stalked her at her house, which had never happened, but they believed her without any evidence. She invented a tale of background checks, and he’d never done that either. But they believed her … without evidence. She told them that he had professed his love to her right after they started sending missives. That too was a lie she invented to cement her false narrative. There were so many lies, all without any supporting evidence, and she had known she was lying. She simply could not stand the idea of being near him after he’d rejected her, though she’d half-heartedly rejected him before and then continued to talk and flirt, and she moved to get rid of him any way she could … by lying. It was the self-righteous immorality of a spoiled girl, and she had known she was full of shit but she did not care as long as she got her way. And he’d responded to it badly, which was his own fault. 

But she’d also made another lie, preceding months of endless lies. She made it appear that he was jealous of another man, that he had accused her of an affair with a married man. That, also, had never happened. He had only warned her that this other man was taking advantage of her, touching her when he should not have been, at every chance he got, getting his jollies off her, and talking down to her, while pretending to be her friend to do it. And that did happen, but she, who had become accustomed to men treating her that way, was upset by the accusation, likely more so because she knew she was allowing it more than anything else. She was embarrassed. But that had not been his fault, and he had been sincerely trying to help her. She should not have been allowed to stay there, but she was coddled by snakes, who destroyed evidence against her and told their own lies. 

And the saddest part was that, after all her prevaricating, which continued, and likely still does, she kept allowing men to do that to her, after all the problems it had caused her. Besides her having believed lies about him told by others, including the very man who was mistreating her, she would not accept his love because he had given her a choice, let her decide, and she didn’t know how to respond to that. She only knew how to let men use her, to let them cross every boundary, which she had accused him of when he hadn’t crossed any … and she was still being used. He had not forced himself on her. His actions had been innocent and sincere, even those that seemed nefarious at first glance, and she had encouraged them. 

She could have come back. She could have tried to reach some understanding, admitted to her part, but she could not expose herself as a liar, even to the one she’d lied about. He could have made her face the same shame, the same penalties, and, maybe he should have have, but he let her go, hoping she would have some sort of moral epiphany. She did not. She chose instead to continue her lies in perpetuity, and to drown her own soul in the bottomless depravity of using creeps. And she saddled him with an eternal inability to understand how someone could have been that selfish, such vindictiveness.