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I sat down today, pen in hand and started to write all that was on my brain.  I’ve been in a funk for the past few days.  I thought it might be my medication, but even with a couple tweeks to my cocktail I’m still feeling out of sorts.  Then the thought occured to me that  maybe it’s not my cocktail that is off, maybe it’s the people around me. I mean, I can only take so many pills and if people are still assholes, well all the pills I swallow won’t change that fact.

I needed to vent, blow off steam, expell all I’ve been keeping inside just dump my brain if you will.  Rid myself of all this frustration I’ve been keeping inside.

Dear, well, you know who you are.  You make it your business to know everything.  Even things that are none of your business.  I used to share a lot of things with you, a lot of things about my life. Sure I’d been warned, but I ignored the warnings.  Then I figured out that you weren’t asking about my life because you actually cared, you were just asking because you were nosy.  My life is not 100% open for public consumption.  Burn me once, shame on  you. Burn me twice, shame on me. But don’t be pissed when I shut you out. It’s your problem.  I unfriended you and blocked you as well on Facebook.  I’m shutting you out.  I hate being used as a source of your gossip.

To the person who peppered me with F-bombs a few weeks ago.  I understand people’s need to vent about situations. But there is no need to drop that many eff bombs at me because you’re mad at something out of my control.  I could have helped but after that conversation I was a whole lot less than inclimed to lift a finger for you.  I could probably forgive and forget if you would just say “I’m sorry”.  Saying “It wasn’t directed at you” is not the same.  And because of all that, I refuse to grant you any personal favors.  You can not pepper me with f-bombs and expect me to be your BFF.

A few months a ago I wrote a blog post that  you didn’t agree with.  You jumped my shit, and you’re allowed to have an opinion different from mine.  I respect that.  What I don’t respect is you throwing things in my face that have nothing to do with what I wrote.  When you crossed that line I had nothing to lose.  I stopped pretending I accepted what you were doing in your life, when in fact I believed to my core that what you were doing was selfish, and disrespectful.  You blew up at me and then shut me out of your life.  I barely notice.  I still stand by every word I said.  Your guilt trip won’t work on me.

To my ex husband, telling the girls that you are ‘trying to save up child support’ is not the same as sending child support. It also sounds less authentic when you tell the girls you are going to remodle and add on to your house.  Oh and telling them you know that child support would make their life here so much easier, adds a rather pleasant touch to that whole bag of lies you’re trying to sell.   The only thing that money you’re saving in your pants pocket is supporting would be your balls if you actually still had them.

To everyone out there. When I am being quiet and not joining in it does not mean I’m in a downward spiral.  Sometimes I have nothing to say.  Sometimes I know it’s better to keep my mouth shut.  Sometimes I know I’m in a manic or depressive stage and that my perception of things is skewed so I stay quiet.

Unfortunately for you, this is not one of those times.