Damn woman. You screwed my childhood, you stole my family, you stomped on my sanity, and just to add insult to injury, you took my inheritance and anything related to my mom and dad that should have come to me for my children. Yet, through all of that, I *still* tried to be your friend. I even friended you on Facebook. Now, realize, I have *lots* of friends, and not all status' show up, even though I am signed up to receive them. Even my *own husband's* status updates won't show up! That is just the way it is. So, hey, yours didn't. Picture my shock when I went to say happy birthday to my niece, and I see that her older brother (who isn't even your blood son) was killed in an accident. I went to your page to see what was going on. I scroll down to see that you actually took the time to lambaste me, actually pointing me out specifically by using my name, *on your status* no less, for not caring. Seriously? I mean, shit, if it meant that much to you, you could have, oh, I don't know, *emailed* me, sent me a message on facebook, something. But, alas, you think it makes you look like some kind of fooking martyr to attempt to slam me in front of all your friends or whatever, and over something *I didn't even know about*! Bet your fat ass you never expected me to show up and see what you said to me. I did. So, hey, I am very sorry he died, I really am. Do you think that, just for once in your pathetic life, you could stop trying to look like some kind of beaten puppy. It is sad and stupid. Want to play that game? Where were you when I posted about my FIL tragic and sudden death? Where were you? Oh, cry cry waa waa...I am so broken... Oh, wait a minute...I'M NOT!
With that, I am absolutely, totally, completely, beyond belief *done* with you. After all the shit you have done to me, this was the last teeny tiny itsy bitsy straw for me. So, with no further I ado, I give you a big ole...
A grown woman who is done with your hag ass
NOTE TO MY BLOG FRIENDS: For those people out there who think I am taking a rather small infraction to the nth degree, believe me, you have *no idea* how long this shit has gone on. If I am going to yell at you, you can bet your ass I am going to yell *at you*, not around you. I am deeply sorry to my niece, nephew and BIL that this tragedy occurred. To the shitster, I could give a fook less.
Nope, this isn't Christian of me at all, or even Goddess like, but right now I am tired of being nice.