What you did wasn’t a joke, Beverly.
“How dare you!”
“This ties in directly with the other conditions: You will not use medical episodes, emotional distress, or guilt to control situations involving my child; you will never speak negatively about me to or in front of my child; and you will not publicly embarrass, undermine, or attempt to exclude me through jokes or staged incidents.”
Her voice cracked on that last line. “You can’t do this to me.”
“You did this to yourself.”
“You can’t do this to me.”
“Fine, I’ll apologize. I’ll pay for the album. I’ll tell everyone I was wrong. Just don’t cut me out. Please.”
“Then you know what to do. And if you cross these boundaries, my attorney will be in touch.”
I hung up the phone. I felt a strange sense of peace. It wasn’t triumph, exactly. It was just the feeling of finally standing on solid ground.
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