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Archive for May, 2021

67.sub (AKA: ISP =

This message is for the useless dipshit who just sent me the private message:

For starters, I’m going to keep this ridiculously short, as you’re not worth a fraction of my time. FYI: You’re sadly misinformed on all counts.The very thing you accuse me of is the very thing that happened to me as a child. It seems that no matter what, there are those of you who believe that what I experienced at the hands of a drunk, would be perpetrated (by me) onto another person; I assure you, that is not so. But I owe you no explanation of any kind, nor do you deserve one.

Another thing, Josh is many things, but he is not “sick”- at least, not in that way. You can straight F off for inferring such.

As for me being “broken”? You clearly do not know me. I’m one of the most resilient and strongest women you’ll never get to meet, fortunately. A “broken mess”, I am not. Frankly, I’m exceedingly happy in my life & feel quite satisfied in all of my accomplishments. (Feel free to real a bulleted list of them- spanning decades- in my BIO.)

Moving onto “you hoping I’ll never be at peace with myself”: you’ll be wildly disappointed to discover that I am more than at “peace” with myself, I love myself. Quite a bit, in fact! My middle name quite literally means “compassion”. With my first name meaning “strong”, one wouldn’t be wrong to assume I’m “strongly compassionate”.

Understandably, you are not, nor are you remotely “at peace with yourself“. I know that because it takes a lot more energy to hate than to love, and one’s actions plainly give away the state of their heart. When you message someone to tell them that you hope they’re a broken mess, that is because YOU are a broken individual & enjoy trying to hurt others. (Notice I said “trying to”, because you’ve failed here.)

My advice to you is, get help, you clearly need it. I would typically ignore messages such as yours, but I wanted to let you know that you’re not as anonymous as you think. You know who you are & I do too. Surprise! You’re not as hidden as you think!

You’re just as hateful as you’ve always been. Josh & I both thought so & even discussed you being so (among other things) on more than one occasion. Next time, hide your ISP, dumbass.

Another Sharp Turn

Life has a funny way of throwing unforeseen curveballs. This’ll be a ridiculously short post, compared to what I’m used to writing, at least. I just need to document and update what’s transpired recently, because if I don’t, months (& then years) will fly by & I’ll lose track of dates, times, & the events of the past.

Josh & I are officially no more, as of two weeks ago. Fifteen long years have come to a screeching halt. It’s so strange to know that I’ll be alone for…probably the rest of my life. I have no desire to hop into another relationship, especially immediately after going our separate ways. Too bad I can’t say the same for him. He literally asked for my blessing (via text) to “hook up with my daughter” less than a week after he left. I don’t even have words for how disturbing that is.

It may seem like I spill too much personal info. here, but let me remind anyone who finds themselves here, reading this: This is my personal online journal. I document real things and experiences. Life can be messy, but that doesn’t make it wrong for me to write about them. If a person finds themselves playing an unflattering lead role in one of my blog posts, who is more to blame? The person who did the super crappy things, or me, for writing about them? Right. I’ll let you work that out.

As for me, life goes on, as it always does. Shoulders back, chin up, one foot staunchly in front of the other, eyes fixed on the horizon, never looking back.

Cell phone pic: Samsung Galaxy Crown J7- May, 2021