Who is this Man? 3

 Rebutal

By Jane Goodhew

Who is this man, Peter Marchant?  That was your question, was it not?  If I told you that everything you wrote about him was a lie!  That you really did not know what you were saying or should I say writing?  For the man I knew was the exact opposite of all the heinous, negative adjectives you used to describe the love of my life.  I can almost hear your response that he was manipulative and charming and I was weak to fall for his lies.  

If anyone is a con it is you and your lies and as for being a psychopath I would suggest you look in a mirror!   The charm and smile are correct but it was not to draw a person in to use them for ill-gotten gain but to put them at ease. It warmed my heart every time I saw the broad grin that led up to his eyes that sparkled and radiated with warmth and love.

For he was just that, a warm, kind and generous loving man who would do all he could to make others feel relaxed and comfortable in his company.   He dedicated his life to helping others in any way he could whether it was practical or monetary.  He was generous perhaps to a fault because it was that that caused his demise.

The man you met was not the Peter or Gerald that you wrote about so please do not hold your breath for another meeting unless you are going to a séance.   For the man you called Gerald died pushing a stranger out of the way of a speeding car.  Perhaps you already know that as perhaps the driver was you so that the truth of your sordid life could not be told?

 

 Copyright Jane Goodhew      

                                                             

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.