EP didn't even but into her one defense -- that it was accidental. Accidental gathering, accidental serving. If she did, she'd have tried to rewrite history to make herself look and sound remorseful.
She can spin a dermatology appointment (that she canceled because the ovarian lump on her elbow resolved on its own) into cancer and from cancer to gastric bypass and from gastric bypass to bulemia...
But she didn't even bother to re-work anything into a framework of conpassion. [Note: I spelled it that way intentionally.] She couldn't even take, not even for the sake of her own trial.
Astounding though how, by taking the stand, she capsized the entire toothpick her defense attorney was trying to float.
Worst defense ever but it's what she herself went with: I didn't want to be blamed so I got rid of the evidence.
I daresay, she's immune to the suffering of others. Well, unless she's the cause of it. Then she seems to relish it.
Sick.
JMO
In regards to being immune to the suffering of others; it's a really petty example, but my first ever blow up with Erin was in regards to a gift she organised for another group member. Sounds kind, sounds empathetic, sounds caring.... She didn't know this person at all, and she chose a gift that I thought was kind of ... tone deaf. Borderline intrusive. It was wind-chimes, not just wind-chimes, but they were engraved (!?).
Sure, wind-chimes are lovely in general, but, when you don't know someone and the gift is loud and had an awful sound and ambience (they sounded like someone belting pots during a psychotic episode) and you don't know their decor or lifestyle... I found it a little bit opposite of thoughtful. I thought perhaps, we should all purchase something less personally intrusive but still thoughtful. Like a beautiful bunch of (real) blooms, and a thoughtful hand written card. When I pointed this out in a group chat, Erin went *troppo*. I mean, 4 days of constant bombarding paragraphs and criticisms of me. It was crazy. Unhinged. Strange.
That is when I knew something wasn't quite right.
It was in this exchange that she told me she was diagnosed with aspergers as a teen (lie) and that she didn't quite 'get' how to socially interact.
I was seriously alarmed. I know it doesn't sound like much, but I found her response to be extreme, over the top, histrionic, and I was confused. I just had an alternate opinion, but this was met with extreme anger and bombardment.
To avoid the continual drama, I stepped right back and started to observe, knowing that something was amiss here...
It's not the big things. These small moments of disproportionate reactions are everything, IMO.