Disclaimer: There are spoilers in this joint, son. Don’t say I didn’t warn anybody, man.
So, my wife put me onto a podcast last week. She told me about a wild ass six-episode podcast named Dirty John. It was created by the Los Angeles Times and hosted by reporter Christopher Goffard. Essentially, it tells the story of the preposterous marriage between Debra Newell and John Meehan. Long story short, a TON of fuckery happened during the course of their relationship and I was left stunned. Frankly, after listening to this podcast, I learned one valuable lesson, fam: love is overrated.
Ok, before people get on me, let me explain my position. Now, keep in mind, I’m a happily married man. I love my wife and I love my kids. However; love has never made me stupid, bruh. Like, I’m not going to put up with certain shit just because I love someone, son. Shit, that was Newell’s problem, man. She ignored GLARING signs about her husband just because she was in love with him. On the real, she was willing to sacrifice her relationship with her kids just to maintain this union.
Moving on, that’s not even half of the story, fam. As time went on, she found out that he lied about his job, had a drug addiction, spent time in prison AND had multiple domestic issues with other women. Now, even after discovering all of that information, she STILL stayed with him for a little while longer. In any case, when she finally decided to leave, he jumped into pure stalker mode and harassed her at every possible turn. Shit, this entire saga reached its boiling point when he tried to kill Newell’s daughter. Ultimately, his plan backfired and he ended up dead.
Listen, I’m no better than anyone else, but I know my limits, bruh. I refuse to let love make me an imbecile, son. I mean, this woman nearly lost her child because of a relationship. On the real, if I were one of her kids, I’d never forgive her for this shit, man. Like, someone almost died because of Newell’s bad decisions, fam. All in all, was any of this shit actually worth it, bruh? Yeah, I didn’t think so.
In the end, love is phenomenal, but there’s a ceiling, son. Logic, common sense and good judgment should never be replaced by love, man. Ultimately, Debra Newell learned that lesson the hard way, fam. By and by, everyone should go listen to that podcast, bruh. Keeping it a buck, I haven’t even touched the tip of the iceberg in this post, people. Listen, soooooo much shit happened in that story. Anyway, I’m here to put folks up on the wave. Everyone’s welcome! LC out.