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And I call bullshit on Betty’s being willing to sacrifice her child’s physical and emotional wellbeing for an “enviable” lifestyle.
Sure, my child now drops to the ground and curls into the fetal position when airplanes fly over the house, fears the sight of soldiers, and screams and cries during friendly traffic stops, but my friends were darlings, the house was gorgeous and the shopping was just so fabulous!

And no, I’m not buying for even 1 10th of a millisecond that Betty made a conscious decision to take her four-year old daughter to *live* in a violent, anti-American battleground wherein females could be arrested and/or executed on sight for wearing nail polish, baring their hair, or failing to adequately cover their ankles.

He manipulated her and pulled other tricks to get her to agree to the two weeks.

When, after the promised two weeks had passed, he walked into that bedroom and declared that they weren’t leaving, he invalidated any possible counternarrative he could have spun to clear his name.

Note that nowhere in the email exchange does he deny keeping his family in Iran against their will.

What he *does* is list all of the creature comforts Betty supposedly enjoyed during her imprisonment in a war zone.

Ya gotta love how controlling abusers enumerate expensive gifts and other grand gestures as though they somehow justify or make up for what they’ve done.

Even if he never laid a finger on his wife and daughter, the fact that he spirited them away to his homeland under false pretenses is atrocious on its own.