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One of the hardest parts about all of this is knowing, deep down, that this isn’t the Jill I knew. Not even close. It’s not the Jill my family knew — the woman they welcomed into our lives with open arms. And it’s definitely not the Jill my daughter knew, the woman she looked up to as a stepmother, trusted, admired, and even loved. That version of her doesn’t exist anymore, at least not in the way she once did.

Back then, she was, without question, the most honest person I had ever met. I’m not exaggerating when I say she did more for me than everyone else in my life combined. She stood beside me during some of the most difficult moments I’ve ever faced. She was there when I needed her the most — no hesitation, no conditions, no keeping score. I can’t rewrite that history, and I wouldn’t even if I could. She was a rock in my life, and I never doubted her loyalty or her intentions. That’s part of why this is so hard to reconcile now — because the person I’m facing today doesn’t resemble the one I once knew.

I can’t pinpoint the exact day or moment it all changed. There wasn’t one big argument or defining event that flipped a switch. But over time, something in her shifted. The way she spoke, the decisions she made, the way she treated me — it all started to feel… foreign. Like I was dealing with a stranger who happened to have the same face and voice as someone I once loved. It’s unsettling when you look at a person you used to know inside and out, and you realize you don’t recognize them anymore.

I’ve tried to make sense of i here t, but there’s no real explanation. And the truth is, I don’t think I’ll ever understand it. For a while, I just wanted to let it all go, to accept that people change and move on with my life. I didn’t want a fight. I didn’t want courtrooms or filings or any of this. But she wouldn’t let it rest. Instead, she kept making accusations — accusations that weren’t just false, they were outrageous.

And then came the worst blow: she accused me of a sex crime. That wasn’t just another false statement. That was deliberate, personal, and cruel in a way I can’t fully describe. She knows what I went through as a kid. She knows the trauma I’ve carried because of it. She knows that’s the single worst thing anyone could ever accuse me of. For her to say something like that wasn’t just untrue — it was the kind of lie that can destroy a person’s life permanently.

At that point, my choice was made for me. I couldn’t just walk away anymore. I couldn’t turn the other cheek and hope it would all blow over. I had no choice but to fight back. I will fight back legally, in court, with evidence, with truth — with everything I have. Because nobody, and I mean nobody, is going to put that label on me. Not when it’s a lie. Not when it’s an attack on the very core of who I am. Not ever.

And I just want to be clear about something: I’m not doing this because I’m bitter, because I want vengeance, or because I want to “get even.” In many ways, and I know some people won’t understand this, I’m still doing this for her too. Because people should not — and cannot — get away with doing that kind of thing. I would never get away with it, and neither should anyone else. I’m also doing it for myself, because in the past, there have been times I didn’t stand up for myself the way I should have. I thought it was too much to deal with, so I let it go. I can’t do that again. I will not.

I’m fighting as fair as possible. I’m not bad-mouthing her. I’m not being mean. I’m certainly not out to ruin her life in any way, shape, or form. If that’s the story she needs to tell, then that’s the story she’s going to tell. I can’t make her decisions for her. But I want everyone to know — I’m not going after her, and I don’t want anyone else to go after her either. That’s not how things get resolved. The truth is, this is less about her personally and more about the system itself. The courts need to clean up their act, and someone has to be willing to take a stand.

        I guess that someone is me. 

              Thanks for reading

                Jake Thompson