Today is my Sunday.
I’m home, catching up on all the things I didn’t get to yesterday resetting, refocusing, and reclaiming my time. And honestly? I’m doing it with a sense of humor.
Because while I’ve been minding my business, I’ve also been watching the madness unfold. And I won’t pretend anymore I’m not accepting apologies or excuses. Not now. Not later.
You were too busy judging me.
Too busy criticizing who I am.
When all I’ve ever done… is be myself.
Let’s Be Clear
I never questioned any so-called “tracking” or “following.” That narrative didn’t come from me that came from you.
Those who participated in helping him? You share responsibility.
Those who lied on me? You made yourselves look foolish.
Meanwhile, I’m still standing.
I have breath in my body.
I have peace of mind.
And more importantly, I have a new case: Valentine vs. Pippen to be filed in Clark County, Nevada.
Every attempt to get my attention? Documented.
Every demand? Noted.
I have everything I need to move forward legally and personally while continuing to mind my business.
No Fear Here
For those wondering where I am mentally let me answer that for you:
I’m just fine.
You see, there was a moment where he almost revealed too much. He expected fear. He expected me to react, to beg, to break.
But when I flipped the script?
Suddenly… memory loss.
Funny how that works.
The Truth They Won’t Say
With my hand to God, my intention at one point was simple I invited him to Las Vegas for dinner. That’s it.
Meanwhile, I was living my life. Watching playoffs with friends, sitting comfortably in a box, completely removed from whatever drama he was trying to create.
His words had no meaning to me.
I didn’t have the hate.
I didn’t have the energy.
And I definitely didn’t have the desire to entertain ignorance.
Especially knowing he was performing in Chicago at the time.
Let’s be honest I don’t have the time, talent, or energy to invest in someone who refuses to take responsibility for their actions.
A Simple Question
So let me ask something simple:
Does Scottie Pippen know me?
If the answer is yes, then anyone assisting him is directly participating in harassment.
If the answer is no, then why are we even having this conversation?
Think about your role.
Think about what you’re supporting.
Because at some point, accountability reaches everyone.
Closing Thoughts
I’ll leave you with this
Do you remember the hotel room O. J. Simpson ran to at O’Hare in Chicago after Nicole’s murder?
I was in that exact same room two weeks prior.
I was there with Chico DeBarge. Yes, I dated him back when Janet Jackson was married to James DeBarge.
That’s not a story. That’s a fact.
And sometimes, facts don’t need explanation.
Final Word
I’m not running.
I’m not hiding.
And I’m definitely not entertaining nonsense.
I’m living. I’m healing. I’m building.
And this time?
I’m doing it on my terms.
