OK, sounds like Ms Fraser needs a refresher on Coming Clean if she now thinks it’s a travel book about Venice. A refresher might also help Twitterphants ‘spiritual’ Brett and hypocritical ‘Michael’, along with anybody coming on to Tattle to see what yesterday’s narc rage was all about. (NB There are some interesting book reviews on Coming Clean available for those who look.)
Coming Clean by Liz Fraser is a ‘Memoir’ about the trials and tribulations of the hideous relationship between a toxic couple – author Liz and partner Mike - whose ‘love story’ firmly began with them cheating on their respective spouses. Unfortunately, the ‘Memoir’ fails to address this fundamental matter of their deception, presumably because it doesn’t fit the image of the amazing love story the author wants to portray. In the book Liz glosses over their marriages, and definitely inaccurately pretends hers was over before she met Mike. It wasn’t. She still lived in the marital home, and I’d be surprised if her husband knew Liz was going round to Mike’s for their first date, when his wife was away on a charity climb. (Wonder if she took the 2 bottles of wine from the family kitchen!) Not sure she even mentions that Mike was very much married, much less that he had only been married for a matter of months before she apparently made herself so easily available to him. Nor that she had attended his wedding with her own family. (Not excusing Mike, here, btw. What a loser having his head turned by this – alleged - serial cheat.)
According to the book Liz decided to leave her teenage children with their father when she left the country to start a new life in Venice with Mike the alcoholic. According to the book, both Liz and Mike were prone to ‘lash out’ at each other, kick inanimate objects in fits of temper, slam fists on the steering wheel whilst driving and arguing, scream profanities, cry, shout and insult each other, apparently mostly in the presence of their innocent young baby. (Terrifying for the child.) According to the book it was perfectly safe to leave alcoholic Mike alone with their young baby because he ‘worshipped the air she breathed’. According to the book Mike got so drunk he would collapse in a heap outside their apartment. But Liz deemed him safe enough to be alone with their infant daughter because he ‘worshipped the air she breathed’. According to the book Liz knows best.
Fast forward to the couple moving to Oxford, Mike got sober and left Liz. Suddenly sober Mike seemed to be not deemed safe to ever be in the presence of his daughter. For the best part of two years. Liz #soloparented for ages, proclaiming on SM multiple times a day all how BRUTAL it all was. She detoured into hints of domestic violence, although she never quite managed to convey how one person ‘lashing out’, kicking doors, screaming, throwing people out of bars etc, is different from another person breaking phones, swearing, kicking doors and falling unconscious outside the apartment. I think we were supposed to think that anything Liz did was OK, but anything Mike did was DV. It’s a difficult one, and none of us were there, but if you start off your Memoir with a shaky narrative about your marital status, you shouldn’t be surprised if everything else is taken with a pinch of salt. And if you describe yourself ‘lashing out’ and kicking things then we can draw our own conclusions as to who was the aggressor – at least part of the time. It is not victim blaming to say that Liz Fraser, by her own words, is an aggressive and volatile person.
Other issues relating to truthfulness have been discussed on here many times, but mainly relate to failed ‘ventures’ which never get off the ground (eg My Headcase and Edgeway Press among others), but which have a ‘donate’ button to ‘shout’ Liz a coffee. People on these threads have donated money in good faith on the understanding they would be getting something for their money, only to be told by a smiling Liz that the venture is not going anywhere, but that the money is gone. People who can ill afford to financially support a privileged 50-year-old, who seemingly has no financial requirement to go out to work. Scandalous.
I could go on, but as usual I have blathered on way too long.
But just to sum up, anybody who takes Liz Fraser’s ‘trolls’ and ‘devastating lies’ garbage at face value is probably either naïve, or just there for the arse photos.
Their prerogative, I guess. ‘Spiritual’ Brett and hypocritical Michael.
New Twitterphants for me to amuse myself with. Old SausageChops has been notable by his absence in recent months, much to my disappointment!