Anthony Weiner carried on a months-long online sexual relationship with a troubled 15-year-old girl telling her she made him ‘hard,’ asking her to dress up in ‘school-girl’ outfits and pressing her to engage in ‘rape fantasies’
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A high school girl, whose name is being withheld by DailyMail.com because she is a minor, reveals the online relationship began last January
Weiner and Huma Abedin, Hillary Clinton’s top aide, were still together
He told the teen that it had been a year since he and Huma had sex
The girl says she told him she was 15 and a sophomore in high school; messages confirm he knew she was underage,
In one message Weiner tells the girl ‘I would bust that tight p***y’
She claims Weiner asked her to undress and encouraged her to touch herself and say his name over video chat
Weiner would not get fully nude, but usually shirtless and wearing boxers
Weiner did not deny exchanging ‘flirtatious’ messages with the teen to DailyMail.com. He declined to comment on the specifics
HOW I FELT: THE LETTER THE 15-YEAR-OLD SENT TO WEINER
The teen wrote this letter to Anthony Weiner after her interview with DailyMail.com. Weiner gave it to DailyMail.com to publish, which he says indicates that he ‘could have been the subject of a hoax.’ The teen told us why she wrote it, saying: ‘A few months ago Anthony asked me why I wanted to share my story, and I couldn’t really give a good answer so I wanted to explain to him why I was doing it.’
‘Don’t be ashamed of your story. It will inspire others.’ This quote lingered in my mind as my posture was consciously congruent to the hard back of my chair. The air was stale. All eyes were on me. My father’s eyes wanted me to lie. At that moment, I had the moral backbone of an eclair. Why was I here? I didn’t personally know Anthony Weiner.
I felt myself hover over my own body. I was watching myself from above. I was not the same girl that I was when I walked into the hotel. Who was I becoming? Did I just sell my soul to the devil at fifteen? We’re the middle children of history. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that we’d all be millionaires and movie Gods. But we won’t. And I’m learning that fact as my lips move. Fear blocked every rational thought.
After leaving the hotel, I attempted to justify my every action. It wasn’t a difficult task.
Anthony continues to make the same mistake and expects a different result each time, he needs to learn his lesson. His wife is already leaving him, what I have done will not tear him apart. He fell in love with something and is letting it kill him. He needs to let go. The list continued to grow.
Afterwards, I began to cry. I felt physically ill. I made the decision to not go to school the next day, I felt guilty, guilt is guilt. It doesn’t go away. It can’t be nullified. It can’t even be fully understood, I’m certain- it’s roots run too deep into private and long- standing karma. About the only thing that saves my neck when I get to feeling this way is that guilt is an imperfect form of knowledge. Just because it isn’t perfect doesn’t mean that it can’t be used. The hard thing to do is to put it to practical use, before it gets around to paralyzing you.
I messaged Anthony. He was trying to play victim… AGAIN! He treats me like I’m an invalid. I never call him out. I am used to his manipulative techniques, I know them very well. I used them long before he tried them on me.
I see myself in him. I continue to talk to men online. My parents were not surprised that I contacted him. My dad started rattling off all the other occupations of these other guys.. First it was the teacher.. Yada, yada, yada.. They asked me when I would ever stop this kind of behavior. Why did Anthony and I do these ridiculous things? The only difference was that I didn’t have to send out a press release every time that I did something like this.
I was losing my soul. If you’re losing your soul & you know it, then you still have a soul to lose.
Why did I message you? I saw that your direct messages were open. I thought you had fallen off the face of the earth. I assumed you would have deleted your twitter for your wife’s sake. I had watched a video of you that same night. I was studying you- for a book of course.You were my Hannibal Lecter. I wanted to know what made you tick. As we chatted, I pretended to not know EVERYTHING about you. I didn’t want to appear suspicious.
Why did you message me? I asked you the other day, you didn’t return the question. You never do. You don’t care enough about other people.
‘It had been my job to get into Anthony’s brain, but after nine months, I realized he didn’t know a thing about me. I approached him at our post-campaign party and asked, ‘Do you know I’m a single mom?’ I wanted acknowledgment of what my family and I had sacrificed. He didn’t know. ‘You must feel good about yourself, accomplishing all of this,’ he said, missing my point. Then the conversation turned back to him: ‘I’m 50 years old, and I need to find a new career.’
I smiled, same old Anthony. I said good night, and I haven’t seen him since.’ ( Provenz, Jessica. ‘I Was Anthony Weiner’s Longest-Serving Campaign Staffer. This Is What His Mayoral Run Was Really Like.’ Daily Intelligencer. N.p., 2016. Web. 08 Sept. 2016. ) It doesn’t just stop here, you did this with me on a numerous amount of occasions. You didn’t inspect the emails to my teacher and my father. I made two fake emails.
I used a ten minute mail, and created a Gmail. You believed me. I talked to you about committing suicide. You didn’t try to stop me. I confided in you. I told you about older men taking advantage of me. You called me a liar. I offered proof. You rejected. It’s like you don’t want to know the answer to things. I believe that you don’t go to therapy for that reason.
Why do you continue to sext? Is it an addiction? Is it something psychological? Your brother was addicted to drugs. Does addiction run in your family? I can’t fully grasp why I do it. I know that it’s nice to feel worshipped. Sydney listed you as one of her heroes.
You took advantage of her young, naive mind. She was infatuated with you.You should be glad that I am one of the most disensitized teenagers. I don’t think I could ever been in love with someone I met over the internet. I did, however, enjoy listening to your podcasts, watching interviews, C-Span, etc. Talking to you helped me write my book about you. I was obsessed with you, the way one obsesses over a character in a book .
One day you’re going to mess with the wrong teenager, that has the wrong set of parents. Do yourself a favor and try to prevent that.
It doesn’t matter that you sext. It matters that you sext women you don’t know. You tell me that you’re in enormous pain (not sure if you’re being honest, or playing victim), you read books such as ‘So You’ve been publicly shamed’. It seems as if you have let these scandals consume you.
Why do you let these women brand you with scandals. You WEAR your scandal. You were great at trying to change the world around you, why not try to change yourself?? You were a pleasant guy to talk to when you meditated.
We fall in love with things, and we let it kill us. You don’t have to do that. You’re married to sexting and your wife is married to Clinton. If HRC jumped off of a bridge, your wife would be chasing after her, clutching Hillary’s purse and jumping with her.
Your image is going to affect your son, even Hugh Hefner has children. If you and your wife are truly being sincere about being dedicated to your son’s best interest, pay attention to him. Don’t photograph him as you sext. Don’t give HILLARY RODHAM CLINTON ALL OF YOUR ATTENTION! You’re ruining his life before it has even begun.
STOP MANIPULATING PEOPLE!!!! You asked me to lie to my teacher, my father, Sydney Leathers, and anyone that asked about this story. It’s sick. You only care about yourself. You play victim ALL OF THE TIME. You attempted to make me feel bad about telling my teacher. You pretended that you were my friend. You said ‘I trusted you.I skyped you. I told you that my dad was in the hospital. I sent you pictures of my son.’ yada, yada, yada. How many women have seen pictures of your kid??? Every woman in your life?
STOP MAKING PEOPLE FEEL BAD FOR YOUR SCANDALS. It’s not their fault you make the same mistakes.
I am worried about you. You are messaging anyone that flirts with you online. I am 15 years old. You got catfished by a dude! It will only get worse. It’s time to retire. I want you to know that I’m not releasing the story for money. I am doing this to teach you a lesson. I want you to get help. I don’t care if you hate me. I don’t hate you, I care about you very much. I think this story will help you become a better person. I hope at least.
I am also worried about myself. I talk with a lot of men online. I am fifteen years old! I catfish people, including you. I think it’s time that I retire too. I think that by releasing this story I am teaching myself a lesson as well. I need to get help. I hate myself. I am trying to make this story into something positive. In order for a flashlight to work properly it requires a battery. The battery requires a negative and a positive, the negative is always larger.. It doesn’t have to be that way. Sorry, I’m not sorry. I wish you the best!
At one point, when Weiner questions them talking, the girl says she could give him ‘100 good reasons as to why we should keep talking’
After talking about the girl’s learner’s permit, Weiner asks if she changed her profile picture for him